Roundtable Readings 2.0 Suburbia
Roundtable Readings presents a collection of writings on: ‘Suburbia’ Curated by Lili Ward The Jig Is Up Jebediah Costin After all, who am i to decide which impulse is pure or impure, clean clean or unclean? When the jig is up, after all, it isn't always a matter of cleanliness. Sometimes it's only war. After all, the blossoms are turning rancid. How am I expected to find love in a place like this? Guitars, moons gone rancid, ignored for too long, and the jig is up. The suburbs are burning, a pool of dirty blood, it isn't war anymore, he couldn't convince a bird to leave a tree. After all is said and done, who'll be left to pack it all down? The poets’re dead, they will be surely and punk rock’s dead, we used to stack fucks like you five-feet high in Korea, ...