Thursday, April 13, 2006
Come and Take It
Even though I had two years' worth of Texas History (one in junior high, one in high school), I don't remember it all that well, but I'm not sure it matters much. Texas, the only state that was its own country and never lets you forget it, is much more interesting in myth. I'm not much for flags, but the Texas one has always been interesting and my favorite incarnation is the one made out of a wedding dress with the inscription "Come and Take It." It had a cannon on it and followed that great tradition of Texas taunting. And special thanks to my dear friend Angela who had the slogan inscribed on a t-shirt that I wear all the time.
Texas is a hard place, full of contradictions. Having lived there until I was 26, I'm still no closer than anybody else to explaining its appeal. The best book on Texas is probably Kinky Friedman's Guide to Texas Etiquette (a gift from my friend Tim -- thanks Tim!) or anything by Molly Ivins. Almost always hotter than ten hells, you start to hallucinate when you're in the lone star state. You fall in love a little bit. It's enough to make a girl tear off her wedding dress and turn it into a flag with a message on it. After all, you only get to wear the dress once, right?
Michelle's Spell of the Day
Come and Take It
"You may go to hell. I will go to Texas." Davy Crockett
1 shot of tequila (Silver Herrudura -- as seen in photograph -- is best)
1 splash of Absolut Peppar vodka
The tequila should be room temperature and the vodka (like all vodka) should be straight from the freezer. This shot is a call to arms if there ever was one.
Benedictions and Maledictions
First published in Poet's Lore:
Maybe you don't have any stories
like, I saw Stevie Ray Vaughn at a small
club right before he died. Maybe you saw
shitty cover bands, nothing to talk about --
you'd never be able to claim anything
from this godforsaken place except that you'd
been here and it was a little scary, all that space
to lose whatever passed for your life and what
did you do with your nights? Got loaded, like
a pistol, pretended nothing could harm you,
looking for trouble, but not really, like everyone
else we know, except you were in Texas.