The Thoughts of Valerie Solanas (in the minute before shooting Warhol and the minute after)
Freak! Read the S.C.U.M. manifesto!
You reek of distilled Paris
and those neat risograph prints
ricochet with linear patriarchy,
the oppression of pressed paper
produced in moneyed parody.
Your hand’s a distant memory in your work,
let it make true marks like a philosopher again!
I swear I have lived honestly;
let my words be a gift to you.
You and your wife – ‘the tape recorder’
for you (of all people) get what ‘wife’ is;
a silent witness, a recipient, a perpetrator,
same as whores,
same as all of us
with intact chromosomes
being fucked roughly
like islands in storms.
Yellow is the colour of the future.
A hooker’s shirt and guess what
I’m fucking wearing it today
but I have no sex at all and yes
I weep for you
and your weary womb-envy.
–excerpt from The Thoughts of Valerie Solanas (in the minute before shooting Warhol and the moment after)
Rushika Wick is a writer currently studying at the Poetry School, London. She has had publications in magazines including Litro, Cold Lips, Word-o-mat and Ambit. Her writing often explores the embodiment of social contracts for the purpose of protest.
You can find her Belladonna Poetry Clinic here