Page 2 The Bronco's Voice October 1988
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I Want To Be A Model
Have you ever been asked the question;
"Are you a model?" Or, has a complete
stranger walked up to you and said — are you
amodel?" You probably said, "no," with asilly
smile on your face and asked yourself "how
can I be a model?" Well, I am about to answer
all of the questions that are going through your
mind about modeling.
First, you must be sure that this is what you
want to do. Modeling, disregarding all the ru
mors, will not be easy. In fact, if you qualify it
is one of the most demanding jobs out there.
Well, how do you qualify? First, you have to
be the right height which means 6'0" to 6'4" for
men and 5'9" or more for women. Now, you
are probably saying, "I have a pretty face, but
I am too short. What can I do?" Regardless of
what people have told you, a 5’2" model will
not work much because of their height. But, do
not cry, there is work. You will just have to
search very, very hard to find the right jobs
since the demand no w is for very tall, slim girls
with long necks, to give that swan affect.
If you meet these qualifications, you are off
to a good start. Now, you have to get some pro
fessional pictures taken. Pictures that show
movement — not the kind you take for a year
book. In order to get a good photographer, he
should show you some of his subjects before
he photographs you. If not, he will probably
charge you quite a large sum of money for bad
pictures. How much do these photographs
cost? If you want a very good look, about
$1,000.00 is the going rate for a professional
look in New York. However, you can get a
starter's look which should run about $300.00
by a reputable photographer, but please under
stand that $1,000.00 is total cost for several
photographers. Do not use the same one for
your entire look because different photogra
phers have different ideas. The more different
looks you present, the better you chances.
Also, remember that $1,000.00 or $300.00
might seem like a large sum of money but "it
takes money to make money."
Now once you have your look together,
you are ready to go to agencies to show them
how you look in print. After that, you are on
your own, just remember these tips:
1. Never take no for an answer.
2. Be strong, because there are going to be
difficult times.
3. Tomorrow's success begins today.
4. True happiness comes when you look at
yourself and like what you see.
5. Always look your best, because you
never now who is watching you.
6. Experience is the best teacher.
7. Just because you are not picked does not
mean you did not look good; you just were not
right for the part.
8. Be sure, be confident, and always, no
matter what, be yourself!
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Tonight, I Kill My Love
Tonight, I will kill my love.
I lie waiting for the sounds
of her nails as she scales down
the bricks to my window. So silent
now, I can hear her cold breath
make mist upon the pane. I feel
her eyes. Now comes the scratching
of nails on glass, her yearning
of entry. For three nights
she has entered and pierced my neck
with fans. She has sucked blood
from me, taking a part of my soul
with every drop.
The window opens slowly. The sound
of tongue over teeth clicks
in the darkness. I try to calm
my shaking body. Though my eyes
are closed, I feel she nears
by the sudden Autumn chill
and smell of rotting things.
I want to scream.
Her hair falls against my chest
like dirt tossed upon a casket.
I jerk bolt-right with pistol aimed
and confront her disarming eyes -
her Bloody Mary eyes - that make me gasp
and yet willfully bare my throat.
I can feel the cells of my skin
wanting to flee the wrath of her fangs
as she slowly descends upon my neck.
I want to scream.
I want seduction.
She hesitates with her fangs an inch
firom my neck. I can feel the ivory
cold and the issue of dead breath.
I want to feel the bite of lust.
I want to scream.
Fangs indenting my flesh. Piercing.
Hot blood emptying into the cold black
heart of winter — into the souls of bats
flying in the winds of red passion.
I am awakened by screams and moming light.
I am alone, stiff necked, nearly drained
of blood and soul. The pistol lies
on the floor.
Tonight, I must kill my love
before she kills me.
Poetry
Corner
Skeletal Songs
Through the earth we can hear
the jangle of the groundkeeper's keys
as he locks the gate.
We crawl along the myriad of tunnels
to the edge of the graveyard.
With our brittle phalanges
we dig holes wide enough
for our skulls to push through
the freshly mowed grass.
There is no song sweeter
than the wolfish wind blowing
through our mandibles.
Though our vocal chords
have long since withered,
we use morse code
by the clatter of our teeth.
We sing love songs
to our women skeletals
and give them fresh flowers
firom the new graves.
When it comes to love,
we make no bones about it.
A Rose For Emily
After the eulogy
and everyone left,
a hand dug out of
the grave and snatched
a flower.
Haunted House of Haymount
I am the edifice of dark emotion.
Listen to the whispers in the vestibule.
Let the stained sheers sway
your heart
as you descend
into tlie foyer for your epiphany
of horror.
Come see tlie skeletons
in my closets.
Squeeze the grave dirt
between your toes in the basement.
Inhale the sweet corruption
from my rat infested heart.
Stand by the oculus window
and let the moonlight fill your face
with the .spirit of ghosts.
Taste tlie copper memories dripping
from the heat of passions
of tliose that died before.
Scream and shake my mortar joints
and become the marrows of my wood.
I am the mausoleum of spirits undying.
I am the phonograph of the dead
with the wind as my needle
against the eaves.
I play DREAD in PM stereo.
Even with windows bare
no light penetrates my black heart.
If you arc evil,
you are at home.
And everyone is welcome to my house, a
What is light without darkness?