I am in the night
I am every part of it
The consumption of its beast 
The deck that it deals
The veins that bleed
The caress of its serpent

I am the night
As it writhes and undulates toward dawn
It moans and cries a symphony of anger
I am its agony as it struggles against the light
And dies with the strike of the Sun God.






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Polio Flesh...
  • Format: Paperback
  • Publisher: Illiterati Press
  • ISBN: ???
  • Out of Print

  • Here's an excerpt called "5-11-85" by Henry Rollins, from POLIO FLESH, page 34:

    "I have learned to question smiling faces. I don't trust smiling faces anymore. When someone smiles and reaches out to shake my hand, I try to guess what they want from me and when they will try to sink the knife in.... When someone gives away something, they want something in return, somehow, someway. This is a game that gets played on many levels. Don't take candy from strangers unless you're willing to take a ride in the car."

    I give my writing to lots of people. Do I expect something in return? The more I think about it, the more I realize I do. I expect complements, friendship, and constructive criticism. I expect people to tell me I'm a great writer and that I'm real cool. I expect people to print my stuff and help me achieve fame and fortune. I expect it. And shit, when I got the chance to talk to Henry for a few minutes at the Providence gig, I was one of those smiling faces, shaking his hand a couple of times, telling him about all the free goodies I just mailed him.

    I don't know if this is what he had in mind when he wrote it, and I don't know if there is anything wrong in wanting recognition and attention - it's only human. But still, I feel kinda funny right now, I feel low.

    Webmasters Notes: Cover art from personal collection.