JARED JOSEPH HARVEY
The fundamental irony of "I Want to Break Free" by Queen is that
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there are few lyrics. Most of them are bound
by the near-psychotic repetition of the chorus "I want to break free" which at times even enslaves the verse, encroaches on it. "I want to be free" the song sometimes soft-capitulates. I introduced my 5 students saying they are metaphors for themselves, for the rest of their class, and I am grateful too, to be a part of that class. The only thing stopping you from congealing into a lemon-drop of gratitude is your missing me. AD played last night Dylan was there. Riley sang I’ll take any motherfucker home with me. To be so bound to needing any motherfucker, someone. AD’s lead singer said What was this building before? Someone yelled A bowling alley! Lead singer laughed hundreds of years ago this was a bowling alley? Life is long is what he meant. From where I’m standing this seems like a church, he said. BC. This seems like a whaling church. I watched him sing Love, and end. He sang like a wailing eunuch, no reverse that, like a throbbing I watched him sing Love, and end. For a long time Love ended with wailing sounds not without longing. There were 2 girls fucking fucked up on Creosote dancing. One girl was obviously in love with motherfucker, someone. With the other girl. From where I’m standing she seemed to wear black tights without underwear without longing. It seemed clear she was in love Love is not a song to dance to, though, curiously, continuously there was one maraca. In the singer’s right hand. She weeping, shaped by weeping. Like a weeping broom. She was very happy. She swayed like a thing that sways, a thing whose funda- mental characteristic is swaying, whose most physical characteristic is swaying, whose most in- hair-rent trait is sweeping, weeping, te- arable gender. She swayed like a girl in love. I could never imagine anyone dancing to that song, Freddie, so fast. It was oddly ferpect. The other girl probably did not want to be in love, but was in love My advice for being in love is, To be in love, be in love. Cry in front of laptop screens in public. Kiss the hollow of your person’s chest to fill it. Cry in your own lap’s public. Freddie said your birthday is also every part of your body’s birthday. That’s some writer bullshit. My skin sheds and undoes itself daily. The hair i do shave gets shaved. There are parts of me missing: my tonsils, my addnoids, my hernia and thus, some intestinal matter that ruptured para-intestinal matter. Leif says nothing really mattress. I like that. It’s some writer bullshit, that sort of joking, that sort of waterbed, bad taste, the hair i do shave gets shared. In reality there is no part of me that has a birthday, and so no whole of me to claim a birthday. In reality, and clinically, I am just a pageant. Some people throw parties. Some did and now don’t talk to me. Some people look at me, and they think I am a dancer, but I am just love letters. Freddie called them 5 anecdotal goodbyes, when she knows I hate to say goodbye. 5 times she gave me what I don’t want what I can’t say, and she gave me a self-addressed stamped envelope so I can’t choose. Oh that again. I must continue this goodbye this goodbye rehearsal til I die. This goodbye refusal which is ibid., or want. Bloch says, a daydream is a journey to an end. Whenever any motherfucker, someone says something so stupid I just say, Well, that’s his journey! Or I just say Well, that’s his journey! Women don’t usually say stupid things. That’s my experience. In my experience, that’s my experience. In my experience, it is better to have experience of the thing referred to, i.e., your experience. Like you can own motherfucker, anything. That’s how I feel about journeys. Better to leave things unfinished. Impossible to leave things |
JARED JOSEPH is boring.
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