Still re-reading Unknown Armies. Joan as Police Woman's "The Magic" paints Joan Wasser as a surreal Oneiromancer:
"And I find I am face-to-face with none other than me, / I’ve got the mirror up against the marquee. / And all it reads is: I am fine, I am divine, / But there is a wild side going on behind the sign. / I’m looking for the magic. / I’m feeling for the right way out of mind. / Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze./ I am makin' myself."
"I'm a fag./ I'm a jew./ How do you do?/ That's Mister Anarchist to you!/ You think your scene's dead?/ Well, mine got killed/ by some dimwit's/ 'Triumph Of The Will.'/ From the all ages shows,/ To the full wet bars,/ To the front line squats/ of your culture wars./ I ain't gonna hit you/ with the dogma/ or the lecturing. This has to be a purely personal thing...
It's been a Soviettes, Awesome Snakes, Dropkick Murphy's kind of a week.
"It's all over when you see the stars falling down./ You grab that knife and you turn it into art, now./ You're telling me that you don't believe./ You fall asleep./ You'll see that same thief, right?/ The colors running and the snow is falling all around./ You gotta go and the silence can't help you now./ You're painting those blue stars on your wall./ Just gimme two shots, I feel no pain at all./ Walking home, autumn nights./ I look above, and what do I see?/ Blue stars: cold, clear, and bright!/ I don't know why I didn't leave, when they said 'go, go, go!'/ Blue stars: they're out tonight!/ Take me from the dark blue; let me go to the dark red./ I got a feeling, and here comes the light ahead.../ You're writing those blue stars in your book./ The sun is rising and here comes the hook!"
"Everyone's a loser in the modern world./ Look at all the sad and gloomy little boys and girls./ All of you got troubles; all of you got woes./ Shake the chips off your shoulders. Here is how it goes:/ Juggling chainsaws with just one hand,/ Falling down the stairs with a marching band,/ Swim across the ocean in a concrete suit,/ Trying to grow a beard but still look cute."
"I guess I've been bruised, if we were to speak plain./ Every bruise that comes to flesh, makes it mark on the brain./ You say it's always been and always will be./ Anything you say has already been said, a million times./ Do you think of all of the side streets we walked past slow,/ of buried skeletons buried in the back yard?"