Two Tears in a Bucket now, any comments on dagh's piece. or are yall too afraid...? :)

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 152

yes, you are right. i am jealous of her and have no other reason to take issue with this article. rotfflmao.

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 149

rotfflmao

Two Tears in a Bucket unkils!

dagh knows how i feel about this piece. we know each other offline. so now, where are the comments about the merits of this piece?

Two Tears in a Bucket now dagh will kill me for this, but here are your complex emotions and an actual viable realistic context for the situation the narrator is in...

Two Tears in a Bucket Teeth and Tears
by Dagh

Ten dancers glide
across a mirror floor.
They have thin gilt plaques on Egyptian bodies,
fingertips reddened, blue lids painted,
bend yellow knees…
hands above knives, teeth above roses…
Ten anemic angels made of hollows,
melancholy embalms them.

Ballad of the Ten Casino Dancers
Ceceilia Meireles



When he grabbed you hands and pushed you to the floor you had been tightly holding one hand over your wrist. It was snowing outside, so you remember, the waves of horns and engines, coldly hushed. Strings of lights, crystallized fireflies were draped from the trees and echoed the street lamps, the silent moonlight. If you followed each the trail of each small white electric bulb, you might find your back to your mother’s house, you might outrun his slapping hands, his vodka’ed slobbery mouth licking away the heavy makeup you had painted on yourself.

Your friends have long gone, the self you were only hours ago has gone. You see her swaying to a ballad from your country; absently and slowly unbuttoning her shirt as she untangled the song as if it were a skein of wool. She frowns slightly as strips away the frenzied beat and hysterical synthesizers, heartbeat of an unforgiving city. She closes her eyes when she hears the field and when she finds the clouds drifting overhead, water pooling in the street behind her house, she lifts her arms as she did when she was a child in the first rain. She’s forgotten the din at her feet, the smoking men and women, their insistent eyes. As if they sense her indifference, they strain forward, laughing and gesticulating loudly in the effort of dragging back to them, to that room.

He’s jabbing at your breasts now, a starving infant feeding at an 18 year old mother.

Your right hand finds your left wrist, encircles the watch your mother gave you. You begin conjugating the verbs you learned in school ana adros, tadros, ana sharabati, ana habeti. You play the grammar game that made your little brother laugh ana adros chai, ana sharabati sher, ana habeti bilaldi. You try and remember the fragile web of his eyelids as he fell asleep against you as the man thrusting against you moans inconsolably. He drags your left hand towards his penis.


Imagine the road under the slide of your slippers, sweet juice of warm tomatoes, the slope of his shoulders, the wrinked skin at her wrist, the bluebird who insisted on breadcrumbs, the sukuun, mint and parsley laid out to dry, your hands oiling your brother’s hair, the rows of scrudded glasses, looking over your shoulder, the grain of your desk rippling like calligraphy under your fingertips, his first letter to you, the sea stretching out again and again and again.


I thought of you.

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 143

oh please...rotfl...a defense of sex work and its happy representations of it by consumerist johns. have you read dagh sahib's piece? He's at work now, but I can post it here for you.

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 140

why confuse technical competence with actual writing ability?

Two Tears in a Bucket btw, how come none of yall have seen fit to respond to dagh sahib's piece. he put something legitimate out there and you all have nothing to say? wah bey wah!

Two Tears in a Bucket shermat/skeptical/whatever

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 135

I read Monica's article and thought it quite good. Its much more amusing watching the unkils process feminist readings- and I gave up long ago with trying to reason with your lot-you are simply uneducatable. : )

Also, contrary to your little bitchery, I AM an amazing trophy and anyone who has met me will attest. Have a great day! :)

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 131

you aren't missing much. its kind of scary actually.

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 129

c,

this piece is not that funny. its not that funny in a camp sense-although like i said, its unintentionally funny. Unkil Padash put those moments of introspection in and they stand out like an afterschool special: Marcia Becomes a Teenage Stripper But Pulls Back Before Its Too Late; or Happy, Breasty Stripping Stereotypes...

What was the biggest cop out here was the presentation of the Pakistani girl who was strung out on "Eboni"'s couch (god goddess, the "ghetto" names). A more TRULY daring story would have blurred that line b/n the narrator and this young woman, a more DARING writer would have made that girl on the couch and the narrator the same person-because maybe the narrator is lying to herself at moments. The ironies around stripping, of taking off one's clothes/masks-how many masks can one wear, were completely unengaged with. Instead yall got an account that said, "stripping can be fun if done in moderation" with good grammar and yall lapped it up.

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 127

che, have the women in a strip club ever looked happy to you? legitimately happy (not what you tell yourself)?

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 126

I'm not condoning or excusing abuse of padash unkil or any writer on their board. There is a difference b/n pointing out issues with a writer's work and posting personal invective.

Two Tears in a Bucket Re: # 124

11, it doesn't, but only jonathan swift would write something along these lines with a straight face. Some of this piece is so inadvertently camp, i starting rotfling-esp when the "girls" introspect on how bad drugs are, or we all die....