dreaming:
        Instant Gratification

POLAROIDS
x.  Third person (unknown) p.o.v.       label: TEA TIME
        Achilles' is flat, back down on carpet.
        Turtle is sitting on/over her face.
        Her eyes are closed.
        His balls are between her lips.

x.  Achilles' p.o.v.    label: How I Learned To Drive
        Turtle is holding a crackpipe (expensive, blown glass)
                to Achilles' lips/the camera.
        He is staring at the flame of a Zippo, smiling.

x.  Turtle's p.o.v.     label: Metaphysics
        Achilles is aiming a bow & arrow at Turtle/the camera.
        
x.  Achilles' p.o.v.    label: Turtle Wins the Race
        Turtle is sucking on a crackpipe.
        His eyes are bugged and crossed.
        His erection is visible through his shorts.

x.  Turtle's p.o.v.     label: Turtle Wins the Race 
        Achilles is passed out/dead on the carpet of her bedroom.
        The crackpipe is nearby on the floor. 
        Her lipstick is smeared.

x.  Turtle's p.o.v.     label: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do or Pussy Ain't Got
                                 No Face
        Achilles is passed out/dead on the floor with her skirt pulled
                up, revealing her pubic hair. 

x.  Unknown p.o.v.      label: Gone With the Wind
        The view off Achilles' fire escape is breath-taking.


I open my eyes:
mummy is staring at my photos, crying
she cannot see my face is buried in the bedding
I close my eyes, 
angry
frightened

I can't fight her weight on the pillow on my head buried tightly so
I cannot breathe
I cry
sobbing becomes difficult
I imagine slipping back inside her body 
is heavy
and coming out later, bloody, new,
re:

AH DOAN KNOW NUTHIN' ‘BOUT BRINGIN' BABIES!
Maw wouldn't nebber lemme be ‘round folkses whut wuz havin' dem.

MISS SCARLETT slaps Prissy.
What can be done?
We're just the maids/slaves...
- I help out around the house
- I do the laundry
- I lie to keep people happy
- I help the little girl fuck her horse
WHAT WOULD TARA BE WITHOUT ME?


MYTHOS
I whispered to that damn horse last night:
Horse, you know Miss Xxxxxx been fuckin' one of our nigga boys?
His name ‘round here is Toby 
but his real name is Kunta Kinte.
He got her so whupped she plannin' on sellin' you for meat an' glue!

Today Miss Xxxxxx got thrown from her horse and she's all fucked up. 
I just laugh. Maybe they'll get it now. I need some respect around here.

Once upon a time there was a place called TARA.
Miss Scarlett lived there with her husband, Rhett, and her daughter, Xxxxxx,
and a bunch of other white folkses.
Somewhere on their land was a house built for the servants.
Inside this house there were five sisters. They all looked exactly alike:
black skin, aprons.
They shared a name: 
Mammy.
Each of the sisters had a special talent no one else on earth had.
The first sister enjoyed being strangled.
The second sister was a shoe fetishist.
The third sister loved to have her skin burned.
The fourth sister was into bestiality.
The fifth sister knew voodoo.
Since all the sisters looked alike, their masters thought there was
only one.
The sisters exploited this by taking turns working, one day on, four off.
They were happy.

One day a female slave is brutally slapped by Scarlett.
This tale becomes legend on the plantation.

The sisters hear of it as they grow up.
They vow to have their revenge.

Finally one uses her knowledge of African voodoo to control a certain horse, 
have him kill his girlfriend.

His girlfriend is Miss Xxxxxx.

To convince him, 
the maid tells the horse that Xxxxxx has been screwing one of the
male slaves, 
Kunta Kinte.
Since the horse has been ridden by so many rich white women, 
he has heard about black cock. 
A feeling of insecurity washes through him.
Infuriated, he agrees to murder the girl.

Scene:
Xxxxxx is riding her beloved horse is jumping, yelling LOOK DADDY!
Daddy is standing a short distance from the girl.
Mommy is inside the house, watching from a window, dreaming:
Daddy looks: Xxxxxx is thrown. She hits the ground. 
He rushes to her side. 

Somehow Scarlett finds out about the maid's voodoo. 
She orders the maid executed. 
The decided method is hanging.
The next day the maid is approached by a group of white men, 
told she is to be hanged.
She does not protest.

She is ordered to stand on a wooden box. 
A noose is placed around her neck.
 Her nipples are erect.
Scarlett kicks the box from beneath the maid's feet. 
Her neck does not break. 
Instead she swings, choking.
She comes, then dies.
The spectators see this as evil.

The next day the second sister gets up for work. 
No one has heard of the first sister's death. 

She walks through the house, cleaning. 

Scarlett sees her, screams, runs toward her.
You evil bitch with your nigger magic! How dare you rise from the dead
on my property!
You will be executed again!

The decided method of execution is simple-
kick and stomp the little bitch to death. 
When?
Right now.

Every foot that touches her, every leather sole, is a tongue in her ass. 
She bleeds, dirt sticks to her skin, her dress is torn open, feet touch
naked ribs.
She comes, is coming, repeatedly.
The spectators see this as evil.

Scarlett jumps through the air, lands with both feet on little Mammy's neck. 
Crack. 

The next day the third sister gets up for work. 
No one has heard of the first or second sisters' deaths.

She walks through the house, cleaning.

Scarlett sees her, screams, runs toward her.
You evil bitch with your nigger magic! How dare you rise from the dead
on my property!
You will be executed again and this time we will make sure
you don't come back!

The maid is taken to one of the darker areas of the plantation.
Her body is tied to a stake and placed on a pyre.
Kerosene is poured on her dress, the wood.
Scarlett strikes a match, tosses it.
Fire.

As the flames grow outside, her own fires begin within.
This torture separates her from pleasure of any type,
dissolves her references, takes her away from the organized world to 
consistency, or orgasm.
The spectators see this as evil.

Scarlett pisses into a bucket and throws it on the coals for fuel.
People are drunk.

The next day the fourth sister gets up for work. 
No one has heard of the first, second, or third sisters' deaths.

She walks through the house, cleaning.

Scarlett sees her, screams, runs toward her.
You evil bitch with your nigger magic! How dare you rise from the
dead on my property!
You will be executed again and this time we will make
sure you don't come back!
Your body will be eaten by monsters!

The maid is taken to a barn, stripped. Her feet are chained to anvils.
Scarlett leads in six mangy dogs, all slobbering wildly.
They bark and growl. 
The maid is covered with pig blood.
When the dogs are released they attack her, lick the blood from her skin.
By the time they begin to bite her she has had multiple orgasms.
She dies in ecstasy.
 The spectators see this as evil.

To be sure the maid is dead this time, Scarlett gnaws through her throat.

The next day the fifth sister gets up for work. 
No one has heard of the first, second, third, or fourth sisters' deaths.

She walks through the house, cleaning.

Scarlett sees her, screams, runs toward her.
You evil bitch with your nigger magic! How dare you rise from
the dead on my property!
You will be executed again and this time we will make sure you don't come!

The maid replies:
Why can't we both come?

Who are you?

Before Scarlett can continue the maid changes form:
she becomes a muscular black horse.
Clean teeth, an erection.

I am Mammy.

Scarlett's skirt floats up. 
She doesn't fight.


Kunta is learning to play basketball, teaching himself, in the night,
early morning
he plays at a court in a park full of crack- heads/whores/dealers

they tease him as he plays stoically
they scare him as he plays stoically
they hustle him as he plays stoically

When he shoots they yell:
Bitch!
Watchout!
When he misses they yell:
Brick!
Wrong!
The women ask:
Hey honey you got any money?
I got somethin' for you if you do...
The men take his ball from him, offer:
I'll sell it to you for ten dollars.

One night, very late, 4am, Kunta goes to the court.
No one is around.
He takes a few shots, makes them. 
After an hour, two, he finds consistency.
He is happy, thinks:
Now I can be (one of) the Other boys...

He hears a woman's voice:

Kunta, this is Frida Kahlo. I have come to help.

but doesn't see anyone. He asks:
Help?

An image appears before him: a woman wearing a mexican dress
under a brightly painted body cast. Thick eyebrows. She grinds her hips,
ass,
genitals against the post supporting the basketball goal,
covers it with blood and come. She leans against it and opens her thighs,
nodding to Kunta. 
He walks to her, kneels, lifts her skirt, places his face between her legs. 
As he licks her body she gradually disappears. He continues to
slurp the slime from the pole burns his tongue and teeth. His hard-on
rubbing against his jeans is raw, he unzips his pants, releases it,
rubs against the post, thinks: 
This must be that cripple bitch's spine or something. 

The sun is coming up. Kunta is drunk.

VOICES:
Boys:
        Look!
        Look at that faggot sucking on that big ‘ol dick!
        What a homo!
        Gay ass nigger motherfucker!
        Get him!
The Other boys run to him, kick, punch, jump on him. 
They're smiling, winking at one another. 
When they run away he is still(born).

Arriving Girls:
        He's dead!
        You're right.
        (one with cornrows) Oh fuck.
        We better get outta here.


EXILE: 
Siberia: transit
        Bronstein, having become a prisoner, on his way to Siberian exile
finds a grease pencil on the floor of the train--
        begins inscription:

Southern Russian Workers Union Rules!
Bronstein wuz here!

Siberia 1902: escape
        Leon Trotsky flees to Europe, becomes european masters european 
languages (spanish norwegian english german french), leaves polylingual
messages scribbled on trains benches public restroom stall walls:

REVOLT!
Pussy Is The Face Of The Despot!

He joins with Lenin, others. By virtue of his oratorical brilliance
and his polemic writing he rises in the Party. 

1905: Fuck the Bolsheviks
        At the Party's Second Congress, Leon stands in opposition to Lenin 
and the Bolsheviks. He has a difficult time declaring any concrete
organizational ties but sides this time with the Mensheviks. He returns
to Russia to be part of the Revolution.

1905: Post-revolution exile
        In Siberia he begins to write continuously, critical of
the backwards political situation in Russia, furiously, pen in hand
scratches over through paper into onto his desk becomes covered
with words signs spread lines tangle. He follows them out of Russia. 

1917: Revolution
        Trotsky leaves NYC for Russia, becomes a leader. 

1928: Stalin v. Trotsky
        Stalin exiles Leon to Central Asia.

1929: Expulsion
        Trotsky is expelled from the USSR. 


Kunta is in pain, hopeless.
He hears a woman's voice:

Leon, this is Frida Kahlo. I have come to help.

but doesn't see anyone. He asks:
Help?

Yes. Come with me, Davidovich. 

She reaches for Trotsky's hand, helps him stand. 

AMNESTY:
After Turkey, France, and Norway, Trotsky is led to Mexico.
His house is flooded with machine-gun fire. He and his wife survive 
the attack, unharmed.

FRIDA: Fuck me Leon. You owe it to me, to Diego. You owe the desert. 
If you refuse me you'll regret it.

As punishment for crimes commited against the People, an icepick is forced 
into Trotsky's skull by a Mexican Stalinist.


After Atlanta is burned the slaves are freed.
Scarlett has a hard time with this.
She frequently slips into catatonia, remembrance:
her place, her life, lovers, virtual past and points, her father:

I'll think of it all tomorrow, at Tara. 
I can stand it then.
Tomorrow I'll think of some way to get him back. 
After all, tomorrow is an Other day.