so i heard.
what rage, compressed into steel and lead, massacres 32?
from a boy named david over combinatorics homework. i told him to stop kidding. i didn't know who to call or a calling card. i stared blankly at my phone, going over the names, who would know. who knew. but they all knew.
there are four people who call virginia home. we ask each other if we're okay, of course we are. we're halfway around the world, and don't understand the news or have cable to get it. no internet to check updates every three minutes, i see ABC's coverage the next day. by then the story has been perverted into sentimentality and stereotypes. budapest hasn't blinked. of course. there's a gun store on the way to the school that i never see anyone in. i don't understand its purpose there, here or anywhere.
the point is raised that blacksburg didn't have any guns to protect itself. guns concentrate a bad decision into a catalog of fatalities.
nikki giovanni's reading, the chanting "Let's Go, Hokies, Let's Go." passing those turkies on the road to dc, making fun of their outrageous pride, now it turns into a death tone, and all the voices waver before dissolving into applause. to what, i don't know. i'm an ocean and most of a continent away from anything that resembles understanding. an e-mail from one of my professors is full of ellipses, telling us to concentrate on having fun here.
my summer will be at va tech, and i wonder if this is part of the reason i felt such a strong pull there.
of course we don't react as strongly to sudan. they scream in a different language.
i love you all.
from a boy named david over combinatorics homework. i told him to stop kidding. i didn't know who to call or a calling card. i stared blankly at my phone, going over the names, who would know. who knew. but they all knew.
there are four people who call virginia home. we ask each other if we're okay, of course we are. we're halfway around the world, and don't understand the news or have cable to get it. no internet to check updates every three minutes, i see ABC's coverage the next day. by then the story has been perverted into sentimentality and stereotypes. budapest hasn't blinked. of course. there's a gun store on the way to the school that i never see anyone in. i don't understand its purpose there, here or anywhere.
the point is raised that blacksburg didn't have any guns to protect itself. guns concentrate a bad decision into a catalog of fatalities.
nikki giovanni's reading, the chanting "Let's Go, Hokies, Let's Go." passing those turkies on the road to dc, making fun of their outrageous pride, now it turns into a death tone, and all the voices waver before dissolving into applause. to what, i don't know. i'm an ocean and most of a continent away from anything that resembles understanding. an e-mail from one of my professors is full of ellipses, telling us to concentrate on having fun here.
my summer will be at va tech, and i wonder if this is part of the reason i felt such a strong pull there.
of course we don't react as strongly to sudan. they scream in a different language.
i love you all.