Monday, May 31, 2010
The Smaller Hooligan is EM-PHA-TIC. When he wants to make a point his words take on a particular sound--each vowel is round and dense, a bowling ball encased in a hard consonant shell. The subject matter is not necessarily of much consequence: "MOM, I. HAVE. NO. PANTS!" There is no inflection--it's a steady stream of capitals. I am thrown against the wall and then I pick myself up and gesture towards the dryer.