band of outlaws

i am borrowing the image of the outlaw from my friend lesley.  i am borrowing it and trying it on.  and i like the way it fits.  it’s romantic, it’s irreverent and passionate, it’s loyal and bold.  outlaw.  can you taste it as it rolls off your tongue?  it’s sweet and spicy all at once.  it’s funny, the classic definition of outlaw is someone for whom the protection of the law has been revoked.  but it seems to me that’s most people these days.  so maybe we’re all outlaws, we just havent embraced it yet.

and i like how the outlaw complements my desire to be a destructor.  the destructor is also a stolen identity piece, this time taken from a graham greene short story about a gang of boys who slowly dismantle a house from the inside out, until it crumbles.  i want to be dismantling all sorts of things and watching them crumble: stereotypes, systems, buildings, illusions, houses of cards, secrets.  i want to dismantle them and build beautiful dreams in their places.

and i want to be doing it all surrounded by people committed to the creativity of destruction, committed to each other, committed to sharing themselves honestly and living passionately, committed to living in the romantic.  i crave a band of outlaws to build dreams and make mischief with.  a tribe to challenge people with, to challenge stories and myths and perceptions.

just a couple of days ago i saw some firefighters hanging an american flag along main st and i was a bit puzzled.  then i noticed that the whole street was covered in the things and i was even more confused.  my first thought was that some political hoo-haw was coming to town and we were giving them the red white and blue carpet welcome.  it wasnt until a friend of my sisters pointed out it was nearly September 11th that i realized what the flags were for.

 

and if i were part of a band of outlaws, i would go out in the middle of the night and roll messages up into the flags, messages about the cost of blind patriotism, images from the wars that followed.  then in the morning, when someone noticed the flags were all rolled up, they would unfurl them and our artwork and propaganda would hang just below each of the flags.  can you imagine?
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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Divinity
    Sep 11, 2011 @ 03:05:33

    You are an inspiration. I hope you find your group of outlaws 🙂

    Reply

  2. paxus
    Sep 11, 2011 @ 03:35:28

    let’s not just image
    let’s do it

    Reply

  3. Sara Tansey
    Sep 11, 2011 @ 04:18:12

    oh dont worry love, the plan is to make it happen. maybe not with this particular display of flags. but there will be a band of outlaws and we will make mayhem. and it will be beautiful.

    Reply

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