Excerpt from a poem from "We Keep Our Victims Ready" by Karen Finley, 1988 After a funeral someone said to me - you know I only see you at funerals. Its been 3 since June - been 5 since June for me - He said I've made a vow - I only go to death parties if i knew someone before they were sick - Wh
Sherman J. Alexie, Jr. was born in October 1966. A Spokane/Coeur d'Alene Indian, he grew up on the Spokane Indian Reservation in Wellpinit, WA, about 50 miles northwest of Spokane. Born hydrocephalic (water on the brain), Alexie underwent brain operation at the age of six. He survived the surgery,
I've seriously considered painting a burden, though I do consider it my only means of understanding the world, and, in fact my only means of feeling at home in the world. I don't know what I feel and think until I paint. Painting is my only means of bringing each day about '“ making peace with myse
Car accidents, spider bites, and head wounds are just a few of the subjects at the center of the Flaming Lips' 1999 album "The Soft Bulletin." But the album isn't dark, jarring, or the least bit disruptive. In fact, it's nothing if not light. This kind of light might be "chemically derived." Or is it