Monday, 5 May 2025

Except the ending..

 British 'literature' or anything for me long ago stopped existing.

Especially when one cannot even share witha  librarian as i have attempted many times

""Rachel's Mars Room... not really my kind of tale..

but unlike your confected vulnerability,, saccahrine fake 

compulsory

 sympathy

she doesn't lace her genius tome with any kind of pity

And thus we learn..i learned from her book.

Just how perfectly she in fact gets her deplorables

and violent self castratin' poor lost

balls.


Never mind proves sexism still rife

Reading.. surely...nohhh....she couldnt do THAT

  but its rather beautiful....

the bits shes used..italicised chapter-front

like ehh... dont look it up just go with her art

from chapter start


The great magnificent modern day almost

'road trip'  just one long tome of gripping poetry 


But the end...

The light .. searching out her heroine

The end. Of course you know what happemnned even if she never tells us what to think

Of her end.


MY story is the exact opposite

Yanks can only have it endin' all in tears

And  machinery

gunnin' her into


as good as one of the Unabomber's victims, dead

No man  - male creator, 

never ever ever, not for a blink of her dyin' eye

 would be allowed to   copyist, word for word

fold in, include... in celebratory honourification

At least 10 thousand of the ultimate "human" "hater"

famous gunman, his line extermination


into her rather fabulous book. And even be nominated for a friggin Booker

she should have got