I’ve been thinking about assigning this zine to the students in Section 71, starting soon at a university near you.
Written by Christy C. Road, it is much more gritty than the selections in the Text-Wrestler.
One of the students in last fall’s class loaned his copy to me. Thanks Dave.
Selected quotes:
“…we could talk about other things. We could talk about our formative heroes selling out, and about cast aside neighborhoods. We could talk about dismay and how its sometimes followed by deliverance” (Nine).
“Healing is more than spewing out remorse and asking for a shoulder to cry on. Healing is sparse and concealed. Healing is harder to come by than cheap dope, random acquaintances, and fatality” (Ten).
“I learned that while we’re all socialized to tamper with the well-being of those around us, being an us is not always what its cracked up to be” (Twelve).
“Death was a difficult concept. I couldn’t really talk about it, I could only think twice as hard…….I grew to see my friends and I as young and powerful, but not quite invincible. For once [when I found out Desiree had died], I didn’t need invincibility. I realized that as real as our hurt is – fearlessness can be just as real. Invincibility was an attribute we entertained; as radicals, as manic-depressives, as optimists, as romantics, and as young people with whirlwind dispositions and fucked up experiences. But a boundary exists between what’s true liveliness and what’s unreal. What’s tactical thrill and what’s naive idealism. I never saw myself teasing or pressing a fingertip towards the edge of that boundary; not then, not ever. ‘I’ll be an idealist or a pessimist’, I thought. Until one day, Desiree taught me about the difference between truly living and just staying alive. While you’re truly living, you face danger’s coils with spirit. You create emotional weapons and valiant tact. When you’re just alive, you choose an unreal outlet to avoid distraction, whether the distraction is too positive or too negative. You wallow in mediocrity and evoke simplicity. Denial makes sense to you” (Fifteen).

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