Also, don't have to be suicidal, per se; just daaaarrrrkkkk.

Then Crow by Ted Hughes. None more dark.

It's the bleakest thing in bleakonia.

b Crow Blacker Than Ever


When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.


But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and earth together-


So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.


Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank-
A horror beyond redemption.


The agony did not diminish.


Man could not be man nor God God.


The agony


Grew.


Crow


Grinned


Crying: "This is my Creation,"


Flying the black flag of himself. 

Gahhh. It is so not midApril here. Too cold. However, it was nice to wake up and hear all the rain and snuggle up in bed. Except that meant I slept in waaaaay too late...didn't go eat brunch until 2pm!

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

JILLI -- I'm probably going to have a culminating activity -- Goth Poetry Day. I know, I know, but I have NO gothy kids at school, and if catering (mostly) to the stereotype gets 'em to read poetry, I'll happily do it. Can you suggest some good sites on What is Goth? Pix are great, and some toungue-in-cheek would be great! They love to be able to dress up and EMOTE.

Hmmmm. Let me do some poking around and get back to you (probably on Monday, because today is busybusybusy!)

I know there are a couple of online "goth poetry generators" which were hysterical.

yay! i just spent another 20 minutes cleaning the back room! ad I think I know the next step. If I can just get it so there is no more junk in there ( or at least no junk that is in the way ) I can clean clean tomorrow

Jilli, thanks so much! No hurry; they have to finish an essay on Bastard Out of Carolina before we enter, as Hec said, Bleakonia.

Hee.

Ginger, yes! I am introing with Parker's paean to pain. I love her.

They're writing about Bastard and they're in some way not already in Bleakonia? Damn, woman, you're just the English teacher I needed at 15....

tried to drop things on my head - that means - take another break from cleaning.

Emily, as a fan of your face for fifteen years or so now, I'm trying very hard to not be offended at this idea that your face is bland and lacking in character because your self image is not about me, but PLEASE!

Awww. Go on, you guys, say more nice stuff about my face.

Seriously, though, thanks. Maybe it's just because it's my face, you know? So it's sort of the standard for "face" in my internal glossary. Or something. In any case, y'all are very sweet.

Also, Bastard Out of Carolina? Ouch ouch ouch. Yeah, they could use some real sweet-spot angst after the real-life stupid and unromantic awfulness.