Jacob Lawrence, "Picket Line" (1948)
Jacob Lawrence, Picket Line (1948)
Can a Game Be Literature?

Mark's Pages

October 21, 2004:

Chicago, early 1990s. The leader drinks cheap red wine from a half-gallon bottle, sharing it with a party of younger comrades standing in the corridor before her room.

Orange-red hair, nervous energy, throaty laugh raspy from cigarettes. "What are you going to do?", she asks, theatrically light-hearted, inwardly terrified.

They're going to oppose her at the convention next day. Because, as she herself admits in her private, lucid moments, she has no clue what she's doing.