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The Whole World Gets Together and Gangbangs a Deer
Bambi is fresh from the countryside. Bambi is fresh
and we want him on film. He doesnât even know
how to kiss yet. âLean in and part your lips,â we say,
âand pull a slow strip off a tree.â We shine our biggest
spotlight on him, our biggest spotlight is the sun.
And under the spotlight the deer drips sweat, and what
do deer like more than salt. âNow look at the fawn
and grow an antler,â we patiently instruct him. âIt will
grow from your thoughts like the ones on your head.â
Oh Bambi says the fawn, oh Bambi. Fresh grass-stains
around the young mouth. Every deer gets called Bambi
at least once in its life, every deer must answer to Bambi,
every deer hears donât kill Bambi, every deer hears donât
eat Bambi, every deer hears LOOK OH LOOK itâs Bambi.
When the deer all die they will die of genericide, of one
baby name for the million of them. Then women begin
to be called Bambi, and then deer understand what women
are like: light-shafts of long blond hair and long legs.
The sun piercing through the Bavarian trees and the sun
touching down on the dewy green ground. Then women
begin to be called Fawn, and then women begin to say
Bambi oh Bambi. And their mouths are open and they
gape like a mouth when it takes a big bite of spring green.
The spotlight shines down through the trees in long legs.
This is the first movie most of us see. Small name
for a small deer: Bambi. Sometimes he feels
all
the deer
could fit inside him. The movie we are making is this one:
all the deer in one deer one after another. Subtitles
so we know what his soft sounds are saying. Mostly he says
THE MEADOW, THE MEADOW! like the women who are
Bambi say GOD OH GOD. What they mean is a wide open
space, a great clearing. All the deer and us watching in a great
open field. A great wide clearing in the face of the deer
says THE MEADOW, THE MEADOW! and all of us watching.
The deerâs mouths moving as if they are reading.
But no, they are eating the grass.
He Marries the Stuffed-Owl Exhibit at the Indiana Welcome Center
He marries her mites and the wires in her wings,
he marries her yellow glass eyes and black centers,
he marries her near-total head turn, he marries
the curve of each of her claws, he marries
the information plaque, he marries the extinction
of this kind of owl, he marries the owl
that she loved in life and the last thought of him
in the thick of her mind
just one inch away from the bullet, there,
he marries the moths
who make holes in the owl, who have eaten the owl
almost all away, he marries the branch of the tree
that she grips, he marries the real-looking moss
and dead leaves, he marries the smell of must
that surrounds her, he marries the strong blue
stares of children, he marries nasty smudges
of their noses on the glass, he marries the camera
that points at the owl to make sure no one steals her,
so the camera wonât object when he breaks the glass
while reciting some vows that he wrote himself,
he screams OWL instead of IâLL and then ALWAYS
LOVE HER, he screams HAVE AND TO HOLD
and takes hold of the owl and wrenches the owl
away from her branch
and he covers her in kisses and the owl
thinks, âMore moths,â and at the final hungry kiss,
âThat must have been the last big bite, there is no more
of me left to eat and thank God,â when he marries
the stuffing out of the owl and hoots as the owl flies out
under his arm, they elope into the darkness of Indiana,
Indiana he screams is their new life and WELCOME.
They live in a tree together now, and the children of
Welcome to Indiana say who even more than usual,
and the children of Welcome to Indiana they wonder
where they belong. Not in Indiana, they say to themselves,
the state of all-consuming love, we cannot belong in Indiana,
as night falls and the moths appear one by one, hungry.
An
Bambi is fresh from the countryside. Bambi is fresh
and we want him on film. He doesnât even know
how to kiss yet. âLean in and part your lips,â we say,
âand pull a slow strip off a tree.â We shine our biggest
spotlight on him, our biggest spotlight is the sun.
And under the spotlight the deer drips sweat, and what
do deer like more than salt. âNow look at the fawn
and grow an antler,â we patiently instruct him. âIt will
grow from your thoughts like the ones on your head.â
Oh Bambi says the fawn, oh Bambi. Fresh grass-stains
around the young mouth. Every deer gets called Bambi
at least once in its life, every deer must answer to Bambi,
every deer hears donât kill Bambi, every deer hears donât
eat Bambi, every deer hears LOOK OH LOOK itâs Bambi.
When the deer all die they will die of genericide, of one
baby name for the million of them. Then women begin
to be called Bambi, and then deer understand what women
are like: light-shafts of long blond hair and long legs.
The sun piercing through the Bavarian trees and the sun
touching down on the dewy green ground. Then women
begin to be called Fawn, and then women begin to say
Bambi oh Bambi. And their mouths are open and they
gape like a mouth when it takes a big bite of spring green.
The spotlight shines down through the trees in long legs.
This is the first movie most of us see. Small name
for a small deer: Bambi. Sometimes he feels
all
the deer
could fit inside him. The movie we are making is this one:
all the deer in one deer one after another. Subtitles
so we know what his soft sounds are saying. Mostly he says
THE MEADOW, THE MEADOW! like the women who are
Bambi say GOD OH GOD. What they mean is a wide open
space, a great clearing. All the deer and us watching in a great
open field. A great wide clearing in the face of the deer
says THE MEADOW, THE MEADOW! and all of us watching.
The deerâs mouths moving as if they are reading.
But no, they are eating the grass.
He Marries the Stuffed-Owl Exhibit at the Indiana Welcome Center
He marries her mites and the wires in her wings,
he marries her yellow glass eyes and black centers,
he marries her near-total head turn, he marries
the curve of each of her claws, he marries
the information plaque, he marries the extinction
of this kind of owl, he marries the owl
that she loved in life and the last thought of him
in the thick of her mind
just one inch away from the bullet, there,
he marries the moths
who make holes in the owl, who have eaten the owl
almost all away, he marries the branch of the tree
that she grips, he marries the real-looking moss
and dead leaves, he marries the smell of must
that surrounds her, he marries the strong blue
stares of children, he marries nasty smudges
of their noses on the glass, he marries the camera
that points at the owl to make sure no one steals her,
so the camera wonât object when he breaks the glass
while reciting some vows that he wrote himself,
he screams OWL instead of IâLL and then ALWAYS
LOVE HER, he screams HAVE AND TO HOLD
and takes hold of the owl and wrenches the owl
away from her branch
and he covers her in kisses and the owl
thinks, âMore moths,â and at the final hungry kiss,
âThat must have been the last big bite, there is no more
of me left to eat and thank God,â when he marries
the stuffing out of the owl and hoots as the owl flies out
under his arm, they elope into the darkness of Indiana,
Indiana he screams is their new life and WELCOME.
They live in a tree together now, and the children of
Welcome to Indiana say who even more than usual,
and the children of Welcome to Indiana they wonder
where they belong. Not in Indiana, they say to themselves,
the state of all-consuming love, we cannot belong in Indiana,
as night falls and the moths appear one by one, hungry.
An
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