Dry bugambilia flowers fall to the stonework in the shadow of a perfect afternoon breeze mesquite air fountain splash dragonflies. There was a slight earthquake in the middle of the night. A silent night where you cant tell if the ground is shaking or your heart is just beating hard. We approached the tollbooth nearest to Iguala it looked like damnation not the scene in Apocalypse Now where they finally arrive to Kurtzs village to open cannibalistic arms- no, the scene with the strings of lights exploding over the river narrows the surfer on an acid trip the music sours hard clanky metallic there is no commander you know this is the pivotal moment where meaning and reality become absolved of.their duties. Everything afterwards is a mere hallucination. The yellow sky over the mountains separating us from the ocean black ashings of clouds with fluorescent cherry bellies thousands. The villagers covered their faces with bandanas and gather fifty pesos from each passing car. The crescendo inside of a bastardized Hirschhorn reality. It was easy to imagine decapitation and being strung up like a chicken, coldly. Anarchy is accompanied by black and white copied posters of teenaged faces and reflective tape fancied into crosses on lightpoles sprouting from highway separation barriers. The handwriting was graceful I thought of SAMO black and blue and red dripping like molasses over every inch of temporary plastic and dried rock for miles. Real anarchy is ugly and festering and out of control. Keep your organized chaos within the church of art institutions get paid eat ham sandwiches read Mein Kompf or whatever capable fakers do. Kids taking over government buildings for Narcos in the iguana tasting nighttime- thats anarchy. An overhead fan clicks cars drive to their luxury buildings in the distance and poor people sleep.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 18:27:42 +0000
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