The Falling Lint
I had a copy of Bach’s cello suites.
I taped over it to document how stop signs
prove that secular humanist society is
inherently suspicious of the state of nature.
I now listen to the exclusion of baroque
compositions, save for Monteverdi.
I can string wire at neck height
and decapitate such people.
I would never do it, and feel
it's wrong, but I can understand it.
I wish something could be done
to stop music and musicians.
The Wesleyans banned theater.
They wanted to talk about their own lives, and
drama put them on the sidelines. The Quakers banned
images.
They made quilts as a result. You blot something out.
There's something else. If you got rid of it and
went for a walk, you could hear all the lint falling.
You don't really listen to it anyway. You just use it
to blot out the sound of the falling lint.
Jade
Schapiro
Jade Schapiro's teenage punk band proved practice does not always
make perfect. Their email address is jadeschapiro@gmail.com
and they're on Instagram at queenjade_approximately
