planet of the arts p 14 all illustrations - Iwona Siwek On Living in the Armpit of Suburbia Sunny sunny sunny hot sticky-tar driving down black avenues, tires click-click-clicking to the mall where Dad wants to buy his ‘addiction’. but I don’t like malls- institutions unfit for human habitude thus I sit, listen to rap music on the the proper thing todoinLynn Valley. and the ‘niggers’ sing: “shit! Holmes, and hey, he stuck a shotgun in ma face-cuz of ma race- hulu of ma skin-muthufuckin seveneleven thought ah was in heaven when he sed- Keep thu change! meanwhile, back at the parking lot, housewives, permed and propped stiff in bras, with Safeway plastic bags, scowl behind $1.49 day sunglasses OETREE A brief note from the Poetry Editor in the interest of Clarification: All poetry collected and edited in this issue of the Planet of the Arts has been done so under the auspice of the massive corporation Lunatic Productions whose ownership is held in the public market. It was unincorporatecly incorporated in 1990 by one person and has operated profitably in every sense of its being anon-profit organization, however disorganized it may be. Lunatic Productions tends tc sponsor crazy projects like suggesting shat no one respond to any government mail for months on end (until one day last week Rita herself phoned us up and we collectively screamed in fear though it turned out she only wanted our votes so, heck, we screamed some more) and like editing poetry submissions though more often than not we just honk at old people crossing the street. Lunatic Productions wou!d like to strongly insist that you enjoy th poetry selections in this issue otherwise we'll come around a:1d poke your eyes cut. And we won't tell you here what will happen if you don’t submit poetry for the next issue: suffice to say this is a warning.” big Buick a On My Life in Vancouver and Elsewhere Americano : : ia the Sublet Path Ge to acolo pa Get a shitty job even if you have a degree. eS Be a teacher or work at «fastfood fuckofshit-hle tha read"To Gof = Ditch without calling and get fixed. as the bass tenn Se eee eee es sic Turn to a life of crime and get caught and go to jail. Read and make stupid art and feel rotten. eae Sleep a lot cause it’s cheaper than buying drugs. Don’t fall in love- it feels really shitty. raise = mes-pieds nip he weabaal ee wee tet This is truth and the truth is crap = Nothing good will happen because there is nothing through the He Le = Be really phony and everyone smart will hate you, i : Don’t be sincere it also feels shitty. foundations of the concrete = parking lot Nobody wants to pay me for watching T.V. (ok armpit ofthe suburban Earth) but I want to be paid for watching T.V. 5 diggin the niggn This is boring and pathetic and inarticulate. ae But I don’t like people who are articulate. while the sun beats a hot beat through the sun-roof onto my head, beating thoughts. beating bass- cally until Dad comes with his cinnamon buns (not beat) to tum itall down. and the ‘niggers’ whisper (beat): “and if you're not black, jack, take yo muthufuckin white skin- and get back!” while we drive away towards the street Elsa: and the yellow sun : ges Ss of curl against me small ath- een lec Ela reflection over my white eyes. When I saw you hadn't brushed your hair it A Lunatic Production, 1991 filled me up. Andrew Robulack Green. You and your hair are green again today and growing. Elsa! You're perfect, I love you, be vicious and be hard (but) let me watch you and be sweet to me. I've never loved anyone the way | love you. vol. seven, issue no. two brushed ven hair it filled me up. Green. You and your hair are green again today and growing. Elsa! You're perfect, I love you, be vicious and be hard (but) let me watch you and be sweet to me. I've never loved anyone the way I love you. MoE Emmett-Molly Finding an Ego Soup grey faces of dialectic decay- Novel waling up the world, Buried in a green scarf: The scabs on my knees are healing. Carnations worn at the foot of melting misery. The dream is released via satellite Incision, Another body. Silver sky wrapped in ruin, Stroking time As the egomaniac replies; Matchbook missionary toasting tomorrow. 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