Tara Black clowns

BooksMay 28, 2021

The Friday Poem: We are all collective nouns of ourselves, by Tara Black

Tara Black clowns

A new poem comic by artist Tara Black.

We are all collective nouns of ourselves

We are all collective nouns of ourselves

Text version:

We are all collective nouns of ourselves

Inclined to backseat drive
our model self

No one is in the         front

We all got in the        back

The self is a crowded Volkswagen
Like a clown joke
The punchline is
sadness

The horror of finding clowns in the
backseat of the self
…is that clowns
navigate by the moon in the day and the sun by night

…is that clowns don’t wear seatbelts
They’re loose             back there.
In an accident they’ll come out of your face

The horror of finding clowns in the backseat of the self
…is that a singular self is a joke
…is that you are the clowns
…is that the clowns think they’re you
but they don’t know you’re real
They think you’re a simulation designed to build institutional confidence          in clowns

We are the phantom limbs of clowns
They are used to clothes that do not fit

No one wants to find clowns
in the backseat of themself
because there are clowns
piloting clowns
in the backseats of their selves

Lean over to the person next to you and say, ‘WE BOTH SEE WITH CLOWNS’
Accept the consequences as a meeting of minds

 

The Friday Poem is edited by Chris Tse. Submissions are currently closed and will open again later this year.

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