Like everyone else, I didn’t like Lulu the first time I heard it. I used the word “pretentious,” and thought it was a poor excuse for something new. But after giving it another chance (or a few, rather), I feel like it is Lou Reed’s crowning achievement, his magnum opus. Not a single moment could be spared. I know I’m saying that at the risk of sounding like a pretentious hipster douchebag, and that’s fine, because Lulu tugs at my heartstrings like nothing else. It’s a hallucinatory fever dream that takes you down to the darkest, strobe-lit recesses of the human condition.”
JLR sends his regards (sort of)
These bars open 24/7 for me
but closed to the public. I can’t get
released from this dumb shit.
Guards’ Public Enemy #1, I’d take
a #2 on them, barbwire cuts
echo’s repeat my voice let me go.
This is identity theft, yo, Gestapo
officers officiate these gates, war
crimes during chow time, no clothes
on my brittle bones, belittled, alone.
Shriveling and shivering, prison crushing
in on my skin. For profit industry interests
in this misery. Pleading I’m freezing, public
believing we not mistreated. Warden’s
scheming. The courts are deviants. Wishin’
the Berlin Wall will fall. This is Shawshank Toilets too
small to crawl through.
This is all true.
- Jonathan Lee Riches ‘13