Horses Make A Landscape Look More Beautiful (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
For, even before we are dead, they are busy trying to bury us. Were we black? Were we women? Were we gay? Were we the wrong shade of black? Were we yellow? Did we, God forbid, love the wrong person, country or politics? Were we Agnes Smedley or John Brown? But, most of all, did we write exactly what we saw, as clearly as we could? Were we unsophisticated enough to cry and scream? Well, then, they will fill our eyes, our ears, our noses and our mouths with the mud of oblivion. They will chew up our fingers in the night. They will pick their teeth with our pens. They will sabotage both our children and our art. Because when we show what we see, they will discern the inevitable: We do not worship them. We do not worship them. We do not worship what they have made. We do not trust them. We do not believe what they say. We do not love their efficiency. Or their power plants. We do not love their factories. Or their smog. We do not love their television programs. Or their radioactive leaks. We find their papers boring.
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