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• Artiste: Travis Morrison
• Titre: Che Guevera Poster
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now you know the one: black on red christ in a beret over every group house bed staring right past a point far above our head right through the flyer on the wall chomsky and biafra, free at the UC hall hoods and patched up backpacks out to receive the call for a war they might never fight at all somewhere in havana, a man kicks the door of his studebaker he tried to trade rides for oil but never could find a taker as the engine belches smoke, he sits on the hood stares at the bay and silently curses his maker you know the one: red on black cool as new year's eve and real as a heart attack staring from past the point from no turning back watching the mess from above stacks of books, cds and letters of complex love noist heads, unmade beds and surplus time and lines that never seem to rhyme grandad came from norway in the spring of 1912 nana immigrated from austria the fall of that year fourteen year olds working fifteen hour days in the rail yards and mansions of st. paul grandad worked for the unions when being union got you dead he ran for congress in '48 and almost worked as a red but the son of a bitch wouldn't pay for his daughter's college and he did not like black folks - don't be mislead sometimes i wonder what the old dude woulda made of broken windows and pink hair: would he throw down his old world sneer? would he care? maybe he'd cheer maybe he'd just find the twins game and sit back in the old chair and pop a beer now you know the one.