The Book of Common Prayer
One of my installation pieces in the show:
We waited in chairs lined up on bare boards, the smell of prayer books, old bibles and furniture polish filling the air.
We waited, in silence. Everything would be alright, so long as our chairs remained in neat lines. It wasn’t easy, but everything would be alright.
At times the expectancy was so great that some girls would piss their pants, adding a pungency to the already heady cocktail of musty paper and beeswax.
The boys sat awkwardly. Like sitting on the sofa watching TV, between your first girlfriend and her sister, with an uncalled-for erection, and being asked by her mother to nip up and make a cup of tea.
everything would be alright - but it wasn't, was it?
We waited in chairs lined up on bare boards, the smell of prayer books, old bibles and furniture polish filling the air.
We waited, in silence. Everything would be alright, so long as our chairs remained in neat lines. It wasn’t easy, but everything would be alright.
At times the expectancy was so great that some girls would piss their pants, adding a pungency to the already heady cocktail of musty paper and beeswax.
The boys sat awkwardly. Like sitting on the sofa watching TV, between your first girlfriend and her sister, with an uncalled-for erection, and being asked by her mother to nip up and make a cup of tea.
everything would be alright - but it wasn't, was it?
posted by John at 10:41 pm
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