When I attended Jarrett Junior High in Springfield, Mo., my friends
and I used to experience "sad attacks." Sad attacks occur in response
to situations of mind-numbing cultural vapidity, inane pettiness, or a general
feeling of futility and helplessness when confronted with an adult society
too narcissistic to heed your own needs and aspirations. Sad attacks were
manifested by a spasming in the hands and a raspy and extended exclamation
of the word "Saaaaa....aaad!"
When I encountered the huge, haunting crow sculpture outside of Blackbird's
in Medford, OR, I recognized the indicia of the sad attack. I feel this
comercial icon carries out a mute form of protest at its surroundings and
function. I suppose literary critics would call it "resistance,"
or even "subversion," but personally, I prefer the term "catatonic
frustration."
The AutoBots
A student told me about these denizens of Talent. I could speculate
about their function, but I think it would take away from the Easter Island
effect.
Jackson County Oregon
