#managerie

Jennifer Chrystie

A cure for a sick house in a sick country

is a garden throbbing with exotic life

I have brought the Antipodes to Paris

to heal and intrigue, to take my mind

off the sharpness of death

Kangaroos abound, their deer-like heads

cresting the foliage and cockatoos

flaunting golden crowns screech

to a halt on eucalypt boughs

Water moles burrow in secret mud

The swans are black as the natives

of Terres Australes or the trunks

of fire-ravaged forests

Some expect them to moult

to their natural white

Mimosa and boronia mimic sun and stars

hark back to my tropical childhood

They thrive in the hothouse like embryos

in the fecund womb I would love to possess

If only Napoleon could reproduce

by bud, cutting or runner

With gentle secateurs I dead-head the roses

This pink and cream with foxed petals

reminds me so much of my first husband

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That’s it. I’m done with this crap. Less than 2% of the population is forcing their sick and twisted lifestyle on to the rest of us proclaiming it as normal and acceptable. No, it’s not. It’s sick, twisted shit. And I’ll tell you something else, if you’re a tranny and you come to me for a job, the answer is no, and there isn’t a goddam thing you can do about it.

And now we have the tranny…

Ebenfalls auf der Mariahilferstraße findet sich der Grazer Ur-Coworking Space mit seiner Gründerin Maria und ihrem Hang zu Goldenem (siehe Link und Foto). Neben intensiv genutztem Büro ist der Space auch gleichzeitig Küche (gestern standen Artischocken am Speiseplan) und Wohnzimmer – weshalb es neben vier fixen Tischen auch jede Menge Platz für temporäre Gäste gibt.