File spoon-archives/sa-cyborgs.archive/sa-cyborgs_2000/sa-cyborgs.0005, message 34


Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 22:22:09 -0400
Subject: Re: No subject was specified.


in catholic schools
surrounded by brown nuns
we
colored ourself
white with pink cheeks

we had more colors than eight
but we were taught to aspire for
less

color me
white
colored me white

color you "fair"

my fair pretty child
so you can wear the
reds
blues and pinks

fair and curly

so quick to
sell
on the market of whiteness...



"t.k. smalec" wrote:

> cave box desk full of crayons
> eight colors only
> eight colors only allowed
>
> "in case you make a mistake."
>
> and so, in a small tartan case
> i carry eight colors:
> red, orange, yellow
> green, purple, blue
> finally
> the black and the brown
>
> the black and brown ones rarely
> get used
> in the classroom
> in class, they are used just in case
>
> "in case you make a mistake."
>
> the black ones, they tell us
> our teachers
> the black ones are used for erasing:
> draw over, draw over
> don't see it, can't see it
> don't hear her, hear him
> anymore
>
> the black ones are used for erasing
> the brown ones are used for brown dogs
>
> we learn, for unspecified reasons,
> that the other crayons are deemed
> more complex
>
> for instance, green crayons
> can signify grass
> can signify trees, frogs, fish,
> life in the picture
> can signal snot, cilia, snakes
> or slices of rainbow
> slow summer days
> spent at home
>
> meanwhile, red crayons
> can signify love
> blood, lip-stick, race cars,
> strawberry bikinis, fire
> shooting stars
> passion unlike up above
>
> and what, in the end, is the lesson?
>
> some of us learn to break crayons
> some of us learn dogs are brown
> some of us learn color-blindness
> some of us learn to draw
> caves of white
>
> theresa
>
> On Thu, 25 May 2000, radhika_gajjala wrote:
>
> >
> > Cave box
> > desk
> > stopped
> > not
> > for *my* convenience
> >                 RAMmed full of inconsequentia
> >
> > mesmerized
> > re-Absorbed like Narcissus
> >
> > staring at Plato's shadow-filled
> > staring at Plato's shadow-filled
> > staring at Plato's shadow-filled
> >
> >                 cut-and-paste
> > cut-and-paste
> >
> >             eternally
> >
> > thinking this is the edge.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Kurvanas-AT-aol.com wrote:
> >
> > > In a message dated 00-05-25 10:58:27 EDT, you write:
> > >
> > > << Postcolonial ventriloquism >>
> > >
> > > Ah, the marblemushed mouth
> > > that sucks the life outta
> > > me, myself, and I
> > > Came, saw, conquered
> > > the past to discover my own
> > > eternal colonization.
> > >
> > > At the dawn
> > > of the new (whose?) millennium
> > > of greedneed I find myself
> > > staring at Plato's shadow-filled
> > > Cave box desktopped for my convenience
> > > RAMmed full of inconsequentia
> > > Absorbed like Narcissus
> > > Playing at the edge
> > > of the world's lake.
> > >
> > > [c 2000 thomas fortenberry]
> >
> > --
> > ****************************************************
> > Radhika Gajjala
> > http://www.cyberdiva.org/
> > http://www.cyberdiva.org/stuff.html
> > http://personal.bgsu.edu/~radhik
> >
> >

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****************************************************
Radhika Gajjala
http://www.cyberdiva.org/
http://www.cyberdiva.org/stuff.html
http://lingua.utdallas.edu:7000/4425/



   

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