Rena has wavering feelings about her boss. One minute she is “tough” then she is “ever so kind”. I suspect The Boss is a born-again evangelical who preys on women in perpetual crisis. She keeps them separated and alone from the others she has captured. Around lunch time, she comes by to the give a lecture from her blessed little rosy ‘Jesus Speaks About Work’ book. There is a red rose on the cover of this evangelical work of propaganda that bids women to be a help-meet to all men, and all employers who are registered Republicans. You must be a registered Republican in order to be employed by the Rosy Cleaning Ladies of Perpetual Mercy Without Healthcare.
“Consider the lilies of the valley………”
So, there is Rena sitting in a office chair as she watches a short video on how Jesus loves the Big Capitalist Boss Man based upon Howard Roarke who rapes Dominic in order to put her in her place. Worker Man Jesus hates the parasitical artist and poet who always vote the Democratic ticket. This once beautiful young woman opens the brown bag her boss brought her, and takes a bite of the baloney sandwhich without mayonnaise and mustard because too much spice in life, is dangerous and promotes Thoughtcrimes.
“Jesus loves the hard-working salt of the earth people, his beloved sheep.”
If Any Warhol were alive, he would put Rena in heals and sexy lingerie, she reciting ‘The Tropic of Cancer’ as she vacuums away her day.
Above is a photo of me when I was sixteen. I pegged my own pants with a sewing machine. In two years I will be dancing at the Filmore where the Loading Zone played with ‘The Who’.
I believe this was one of the naughty parts inspired by the memories of my eighteen year old muse – who agrees to continue to be my muse, and thus, inspire me some more. I suspect Rena told her councilor she was going to write me a letter, and was bid to defend the Redneck Nation. This is not a case of ‘Them vs. Us’ this is a case of real important history that I and my close friends took part in. Fuck these two old women for the Redneck Jesus! When was the last time a man asked Rena to dance? Below are rock posters that advertise the Loading Zone who I lived with. I was the artist in residence.
“When I heard you had become a dancer, I was thrilled out of my whits because, this proves you were ‘The One’. You see, I have been jealous of the world since I met you. – before I met you, I was utterly jealous that we never got to dance together, that the world got to see you dance – on your beautiful stage. When did you get into dancing, and why?
When I was young, and before we met, I had a dream about you almost every day. You were my invisible dance partner. Was that our destiny that we missed? Was that the big chance of our lifetime? What a dance team we would have made. They would know us at the ‘The Kiss of Eternal Fire’, or ‘The Fiery Kiss of Eternity’
“They loved each other better afar, than near. And when they came together, they did the Fandango!”
We are playing with fire, Aries woman. Playing with fire! Right here – and so very far away!”