Plebian

The breaking of her silence as she purges hell

Wounded confined

A subtle frame balances

Till silence is admonished

Renewed

Each burden echoed but given

No name

She bellows

Determinedly

It’s now as though her lungs where mine

Collapsing…

In those moments of broken silence.

Hold on to me

I won’t let you drown.

Dr. Feelgood

There are certain moments when you read something, and you hear it just at the time you need it the most. Whether you like Richard Hell or not is irrelevant.

“I don’t think Richard Hell’s fascination with death is anything else but stupid. I suspect almost every day that I’m living for nothing. I get depressed and I feel self destructive and a lot of the time I don’t like myself. What’s more, the proximity of other humans often fills me with overwhelming anxiety, but I also feel that this precarious sentience is all we got and, simplistic as it may seem, it’s a person’s duty to the potentials of his own soul to make the best of it. We’re all stuck on this often miserable earth where life is essentially tragic, but there are glints of beauty and bedrock joy that come shining through from time to precious time to remind anybody who cares to see that there is something higher and larger than ourselves. And I am not talking about your putrefying gods, I am talking about a sense of wonder about life itself and the feeling that there is some redemptive factor you must at least search for until you drop dead of natural causes. And all the Richard Hells are chickenshits who trash the precious gift too blithely, and deserve to be given no credence, but shocked awake in some violent manner.”

“Either that or be spanked or put to bed.”

-Lester Bangs Richard Hell: Death Means Never Having to Say You’re Incomplete

Z.A.T.