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Interview Magazine November 1991, “My Own Private Idaho”, Ph. Bruce Weber

My Own Private Idaho screens in 35mm tonight at midnight!

Saw this film six times in the theater. No lie.

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I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you for the love and support throughout the years. You’ve all helped me through this journey and I have learned a lot and really come into my own and the response to today’s announcement truly overwhelmed me and reminds me of why I chose to do…

Every time I am near darkly-colored gladiolas, I want to listen to Cocteau Twins, read “Propaganda,” smoke cloves, drink lattes, and make fun of Morrissey.


a great miracle happened here

a festival of lights

a casting of lead upon children

an army feasting on epiphany

i know nothing under the sun over the wall no one mentions

some must die wrapped in floral petroleum blanket

no coverage

i have come to every day armageddon

a ladder left unattended

six candles burn down a house

a horse tied to smoke

some must die to send a signal

flat line scream live stream river a memory longer than life spans

the living want to die in their country

no open doors no open seas no open

hands full of heart five daughters wrapped in white

each day jihad

each day faith over fear

each day a mirror of fire

the living want to die with their families

the girl loses limbs her brother gathers arms

some must die for not dying

children on hospital floor mother beside

them the father in shock this is my family

i have failed them this is my family i did

not raise their heads i have buried them

my family what will i do now my family is bread

one fish one people cut into pieces

there is a thirst thefts life

there is a hunger a winter within winter

some must die to bring salvation

i have come to end times always present

the woman lost parents her children and screams

my sister i have lost my sister i want to die

my sister’s eyes were honey her voice mine

i can’t face this only god only god my sister

medics killed schools hit convoys bombed

the injured are dying the dead are buried in three

hours the people pray together and curse the people

mourn loud and quiet always too loud not enough

some must die because they are the vicinity

some must die because it was written

no army does not apologize has never

apologized authority chases paper assembly

occupation settles deeper

a great miracle here

the living are dying and the dying living

a festival of lights

a strip a land a blaze

the sea a mirror of fire

a casting of lead upon children

their heads roll off their shoulders into streets

their tops spin in hands

an army feasting on epiphany

driving future into history

carrying torches into women

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