In a phat sack
September 18, 2003
The Iranian
I am writing myself an obituary. Death invariably
follows me whereever I go, so I figure I need to get proactive
about it. It is one thing to be living in Minneapolis and be the
only person who thinks Fargo represents the quintessential Minnesotan
reality , but an entirely different thing to be living on the coastal
outbanks of the Northern Carolina when Hurricane Isabel hits. Where's
your line of defense? Where are the soldiers marching towards the
enemy line, weapon's raised, to fortify your land and protect your
honor? Where are they now, Mr. Bush?
I lived in New York when the towers were hit; in
Delaware, Ohio when the progressive town's folk served sliced cucumbers
protesting the court decision to imprison the women who violated
their granddaughter's molester with a cucumber. I was in Tehran
when the student riots were about to destabilize the delicate "balance
of power" in the Middle East.
In the air with Turkish Airlines when the war started,
and staring at a screen when Saddam's effigy was toppled. Sadly,
of course, I was in Boston when Eminem's concert got cancelled
midway. Interrupting my vigilant and concentrated effort in the
way of the obituary, my dear friend LaQuisha DeShawn Johnson called
to remind me in her White-enhanced ghetto speak that "who'd
gonna take care of yo' phat sack, boo?" hm??!!
Yeah, I guess I needed that. With every death, there
is always the issue of the body. What are you going to do with
the body? In Fargo, they shredded it in a woodshredder. In Delaware,
the cucumber girls tossed the molester's body over the edge of
the dumpster with the printed the word RAPIST in red lipstick on
his back. The concert audience trampled the dead body in agony
at the hip hop artist's exit, stage left and the CNN staff conveniently
edited out images of the dead and wounded Americans during the
war-- Ah yes, The Edit! that's a preferable death... You don't
have to grit your teeth until the film gets to THE END. Who wants
to wait around for that, anyway?
I mean imagine all the new Iranian films we would
have liked better had the editor just decided to get rid of a character
by cutting the film strip. Say, the old man with the high-pitched
shaky voice in Gabbeh. Or better yet, the little girl with the
most irritating un-endearing whine, Raziyeh in The White Balloon.
Oh, I know, I know, how about Shohreh Aghdashloo who plays Maryam's
mother in Ramin Serry's film Maryam? That's a good Iranian-American
example. I'm all for the cut. Who can deal with an uncut reality,
anyway?
Okay, so now you have a clue. I'm dead. What do you do with the body? The stars
have your back, boo. You just need to execute!
Farvardin: Aries
Scatter my dusty remains on the shores of the Mediterranean. Clever! And
indeed my preferred exit.
Ordibehesht: Taurus
You, of all signs, will surely have the most elaborate ritual. The setting,
the flowers, the music, the polished cars, the color coordinated table cloths
and curtains, the appetizers, the entrees, the punches and the "just
so" speech to make me sound like the girl I'd never be. But alas, it'll
all happen years after you're done ironing that white cloth you're thinking
of wrapping me in. Oh, wait, let me help you, there's another wrinkle...
Khordad: Gemini
Take me to New Jersey amongst 9/11 the rubble. I think that's been done,
honey. Thanks anyway.
Tir: Cancer
Fake a car wreck in your frog green Porsche... Yeah, how about: NEVER!
Mordad: Leo
Do me an updo and make sure my hair dye's covering the gray?! Yes, sure
I'll be fly girl for you, boo, but THE BODY, THE BODY!... .ah never mind...
Shahrivar: Virgo
Still filing your nails? Well, yeah, stop frontin' bitch. YOU didn't kill me.
Mehr: Libra
Let's see, how can we make a cultural profit outta this one?! Um... Where
do you want me, boy, in a ta'ziyeh or a Shirin Neshat piece? No! Paint me first!
Aban: Scorpio
Better get that speech ready... Your posse has already transported the
body to the local McDonalds. Hey, even Justin Timberlake's come up with a
new jingle for the Madame Burger! Who'da thunk I'd deserve that honor? Eat
me!
Azar: Sagittarius
Ask a friend to put the phone to my ear and sing me one of your long long long
long long incoherent songs. Poof! And I'm gone.
Dey: Capricorn
Hand me over to Ben and J-lo, they'll tear me up and feed me to the dogs. How
lo can Ben-Jen go?
Bahman: Aquarius
Cut 'em off and hide 'em amongst the dirty baby diapers... you don't care
about the rest of the body... The finger tips are what would defame you
on a keyboard. Oh, let me run those tips through your hair one last time.
Esfand: Pisces
You'll just CuisneArt me in your raw kitchen, won't you? How are you gonna
have my body, baby, shaken or stirred? 'cause I'm not going on the rocks...
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