Death Comes in Threes is based on a performance art show, held live in Chicago 3/18/03. Kuypers did an extensive show about live before, during and after a horrendous no-fault car accident, where she had to reconstruct her life.
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for my car or my lifeI never once had the chance to graspthat anything ever happened to me
it wasn’t until after the hospital, face the facts, girl
put all of my belongings in storage, was I expected to go through this?
insurance companies wouldn’t fix the car No one has paid me back for all lost
I have no car
who is going to pay me
no one apologizes to me they couldn’t even give me that
when I was angry
I was invincible, you know
I could hope that time heals all wounds
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Life in 1997
In 1997, I was doing pretty well. I worked as an art director of magazines and trade shows for a magazine publishing company. I had a car, a sweet apartment in Chicago, I saved money even though I pretty much had no budget, friends came over for parties, I had a few guys love and follow me.
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True Happiness in the New Millennium
“I ain’t never found peace upon the breast of a girl
Sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive
I’m here to usher in a whole new millennium
I’m here to usher in a whole new millennium
well, you need a leader and I’m stepping up to the plate
I’m here to usher in a whole new millennium
I’m here to usher in a whole new millennium
they say that Eve ate from the tree from knowledge
you’re looking for peace in all the wrong places
I’m here to usher in a whole new millennium
it’s time to make choices and it’s time to lay claim
take it in to your hands, people, mold your own tools
I’m here to usher in a whole new millennium
I’m here to tell you there’s a new sensation
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New Orleans TalkI even went to New Orleans to first meet with my sister and her friend, then stayed there while another friend from Denver flew to meet me in New Orleans for a few days. Althought it wasn’t Mardi Gras, there are all these burlesque joints and open liquor and bizarre shops to check out. Even if you’re not the one being strange, it can be great to see the behavioe of others in that town.
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The One At Mardi Gras
i was at mardi gras last weekend
and a friend of mine had a balcony
of people stretched for over a mile. it was
the men expected women to get naked
flash pops, coupled with a roar from the
to strip for drunk strangers, when i knew
out their arms, looking up inquisitively, as
and had plenty of my own beads, i decided
when they looked up at me for something,
ones that are supposed to be stripping, but
crazy and walk away, or they would shrug,
make a gesture to turn around, as if to ask,
around, with their pants and their underwear
so over the course of the evening i
that there was this society, this micro-
prostitution-for-plastic-beads form of
everyone else, wearing grey and minding
disgustedly leaving or willingly obliging
what? you naughty, naughty girl.” and he
massive crowd that thinks they way i do.
there are about nine or ten million people, and
blindly do what i asked, but at the same time
to think that he was stunning, by far the best-
confident, but then again, i’m near-sighted
and neither would i, so his attention was
from under my balcony, and every once in a while
this is no way to start a relationship, hell,
but he’s damn near perfect. and all that time we
make sure i was still there. and finally he
finger to make him wait and then i threw
up with my taunting and still not giving in,
of self-worth, the sheer love of life, the
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Deaths One and Two
While traveling in New Orleans and unable to get back in time, I also found out that Dave, a man I had dated the previous year and a half died of a heart attack, just shy of age 32. |
Death takes many forms.It is winter now.The trees have lost their leaves; the city is covered in a thin layer of soot and snow. The grass is dead. In the sunless sky black birds circle overhead searching for prey. An eerie cold settles over everything. Nothing is growing anymore.
Death takes many forms.
Death takes many forms.
Death takes many forms.
Death takes many forms.
Death takes many forms. If only I could do this forever.
Death takes many forms.
When I left, I knew you didn’t want me to go. Why are we always saying good bye to each other?
Are you trying to teach me a lesson?
Death takes many forms.
Death takes many forms.
You once showed me that winter could be beautiful. Well, I’m still learning.
It is winter now.
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I was with friends in Bloomington Indiana when we found out that Princess Diana died in a car accident. As strange as this sounds, that was sort of the second death in my trip I encountered.
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Princess Diana, 1 Year Later
I wonder what it’s like
What must it be like to have
I wonder if that’s
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Death comes in waves of threes
As strange as this sounds, that was sort of the second death in my trip I encountered.
The Morning of July Eleventh
I don’t remember what happened the day of my quote-unquote death, death number three. It was just a day, a normal summer day, a day like any other. I remember seeing the fireworks for the 4th of July in Chicago on the street with my roommate Eugene, and I remember that I was wearing a white shirt and it started to rain, so I had to lean my body so my shoulders were at Eugene’s back so I wouldn’t get drenched with my white shirt. It was Saturday, July Eleventh, and I apparently was going over to my parent’s house, where my sister Sandy lived, to go swimming because it was sunny. After Getting on the Kennedy, It took I55 southwest of Chicago and exited route 45 South so I could drive the suburbs and see my family.
Now at that point in the road, the intersection was at the bottom of a hill, and if you are coming south toward the intersection you’ll see the light before you’ll see the street. This apparently was the case for the driver of a sedan, he apparently saw the green light and continued speeding on the 55 mile per hour road. As I said, I was at the end of the line of cars. So I would get caught in the crossfire. Accounts state that there was a motorcyclist in front of me, and a van in front of him. Eyewitnesses said they saw me looking at my rear-view mirror in my car, I must have seen this speeding car coming towards me. I couldn’t move my car into the empty left lane next to me, there was no room. I could only guess that I turned the wheels of my car to the left so that I wouldn’t run into the motorcyclist, who I’m sure would have died from being hit. Originally, in part, I got away by traveling. But apparently after waiting to get away again, this time from some stranger in a car, I was struck. and all went black.
Twelve Thirty, July Eleventh
So what happened was that this speeding car hit the back of my car, knocking me into oncoming traffic because my wheels were turned. A van from the opposite lane of traffic then hit my front passenger-side corner and dragged my car for a bit.
In every car accident, there are actually three crashes.
In every car accident, there are actually three crashes.
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Their Crutches
Am I supposed to know I’ve never had an operation but I guess I can imagine
they’ll keep you drugged most of the time
but this is supposed to be
you could be tired of being in the hospital
no one will know
I didn’t say it would be easy
maybe I can say that
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Elvira Doe
Shortly after I regained consciousness, my family told me they were slightly concerned, for two reasons.
Fences and Stright Jackets
So as I start to regain consciousness, I’m stuck in there at Christ Hospital, and I want to get out. I remember one of the first chances I had to leave, I was lying in bed, they expected me to sleep there, I was probably barely conscious, I doubt could even stand, but I tried to get out of bed and I fell out of bed and the nurses had to come get me, and they had to call my parents, I was fine, but it was their policy to call. But because they were afraid of me falling again, they put a metal bar around the side of my bed, I don’t know, it was like a guard rail to keep pedestrians away from something dangerous, or a zoo fence so people could feel safe while they watched the trapped animal they have on display for you. So they had this metal rail around my bed, but that wasn’t the worst part, they also put a harness on me at night, a straigh jacket, so to speak, probably so that I wouldn’t be able to use my arms to help me leave.
Wrapping up the HarnessI don’t know why they had to keep a dtraight jacket... i mean, a harness on me, were they trying to keep me in place? Once I regained enough of my consciousness back all I could wonder was, is this how they were trying to stop me? I just wanted to be able to sleep the night through without being restricted, without my arms being bound. I finally managed to contort myself out of it one night, not so I would escape, but just so I could feel more sane in this place. The next morning the nurses didn’t know why the harness was wrapped up on my night stand. My mother saw it wrapped up there and knew that I had to have done that, and she had to think that if I as that currning enogh, I must be getting better.
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Someone Give Me the Answers
I don’t think I can respect
Have I been taught to be so different
My dictionary is older than my schooling
I’ve been looking for answers to what
I’ve talked to a lot of people in my
This doesn’t seem like a fair thing for me
I mean, to hear a woman complain
Maybe I’ve just had some bad breaks Or should I say commit instead of engage in
I can’t even finish a sentence and I’m
But that’s enough about me
I was recently in the hospital for 6 weeks
This is not meant as my defense against anyone’s
This was not an Take from this what you will
Sometimes the answers don’t come easy
Not since most of my school days
Maybe the events in my life haven’t
I don’t know where the answers are
Sometimes It’s Notthere are many things you learn in life
the key is:
there are some things that you can’t avoid
and sometimes that’s enough
sometimes I look for the answers
sometimes I wish I could
then again, I might still think
well, we all have our hope
but all those thoughts, well,
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Hallucinations
So yeah, I was just loving being in that hospital, trapped in that room, I imagined I was actually at my apartment and not in a hospial bed. I even talked about this, and my sister, not wanting me to hallucinate, told me,
Imagining Friends & Loved Ones
Day in and day out I would stay in that hospital room, and I was really going nuts ... I imagined my friend Brian, who now lives in San Francisco, bevoming my roommat, dressing up as an old lady so no one would recognize him and no one would think that he was my friend visiting me, so that I would have someone there to talk to when I was sitting there all alone, all by myself, day in and day out.
Imagining Dave
And I was never able to get over Dave’s death, where he died three months before my death ... and I wasn’t able to get across the country for his funeral, so I could never see his face to say goodbye to him. So, I would fantasize, I think, oh him appearing at my room, coming in through a side entrance so no one would see him, and he would come up to visit me, and I would say,
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will be just finethere’s a pot on my window sillterra-cotta, i think and it used to have a spider plant in it once now there’s just a pile of dirt shaped like a terra cotta pot with a few dried stems coming out of the top
i could never take care
and i wonder what i’ve done
could I find you again
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They Wouldn’t Trust Me with a Razor
After being in the hospital so long, my hair was growing long, I never even got to shave my legs even, I was completely unkept. I wanted to at least be able to shave my legs in the shower, but they wouldn’t trust me with a razor.
No One Gave Me Flowers
One day, in what seemd like an endless stream of weeks, I got flowers, and I was stunned, I was thrilled, no one had sent me flowers before wile I was here in the hospital, I didn’t know who they were from.
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As I Recovered
I was supposed to be
In the hospital, after I
Any Help At All
I don’t know when the bad stuff
maybe I’ve been failing in my efforts
I’ve been hoping for that happiness, though
I’m tired of doing things myself
I don’t know where I’m going to
maybe people kept seeing me
but I always want
and I still don’t know where I’m
Get It Over With
I wonder how much time would
Sometimes I think about the
I asked my mother today when
After I had that discussion with
I only have another 60 years of
I sometimes think about all
Today I thought of someone who
I think my problem is that I just
Well, to put it all that way I suppose
Sometimes I wonder about things
When I almost died, I didn’t think about
Death is a pretty scary subject. It
How do you prepare for something like
What Do You do
what do you do
do you wear your seat belt more someone can hit you there, you know
what do you do
do you tell people you love them what do you do
Like My MottoIt is so easy to hope for things
It is easy, I guess, when you’ve got nothing
because it is nice to think
I know women who think that
I never said I thought that way
And at times I just get tired of fighting it Over-something
So I’m wondering that if
I’ve got treadmarks on my back
my face is now covered with soot
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Isn’t That What It’s All About
My curse is that after this accident I have the brains to know what happened to me, how bad it was, but that I survived it and now have to suffer with it, and to pick up the pieces and function on my own.
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A beacon alone
I know I’m meant to be standing alone
I don’t know if I’m a beacon. But for now,
I wonder when someone will notice my
Making Sense Out Of The Insane
There are many things that I have needed
I have had too many things happen to me
And sometimes I can’t see the silver lining And haven’t had a chance to heal
That’s one of the things about modern life
And sometimes making sense out of the insane is pointless
Maybe you can’t understand that because you haven’t done what I have
I don’t know where the silver lining is supposed to be and Because I’m getting pretty tired of looking
I’ve changed all my goals in life
After a while you start to feel like a prisoner who
While all the other guards are paid to look away Drug deals to pay all the good guys off
When you start to see that
Feel So Much
There are some points where
Well, maybe I care about too much stuff
Sometimes you just have to draw a line
It’s hard to draw that line, you know
Well, I’ve been doing that for years
Does it seem cruel to want to kill
saying that you don’t care any more
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Indoctrination with Religion
But the thing is, when I’d try to do anything in that room, all I saw was this reminder that I was at Christ hospital, I would be reminded by seeing something religious everywhere I turned. I’d turn on the television, Christian programming. I’d take paper they had so I could write journal entries, the paper would have religious phrases on it, references to God, and I thought I was going nuts, what are they trying to do, indoctrinate me?
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being godI’m tired of dying for your sinsover and over again and why is it that I am the one that’s doing the dying when you are the one that’s doing the sinning I don’t think you’re learning your lesson
I’m tired of taking this knife to my hands
I’m tired of being humble when I’m
I’m tired of preaching to the converted
I’m tired of coming to you and healing the sick
I’m tired of giving the earth up to you
I’m tired of being your salvation
I’m tired of being your teacher, handing you
I’m tired of wearing this crown of thorns
I’m tired of being something for everybody
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Seizures, Reactions & Drugs
Months after I got out of the hospital, I had a Grand Mal seizure. You don’t remweember going through it, it’s like you black out, but your eyes are wide open, gritting teeth, shaking violently. Apparently the doctors told my family (but they didn’t bother informing me, the patient) that I may expect this after the injury I had, so there I go, back to the hospital, they load me up with Dilantin, inject an overdose of it into my bloodstream and it’s making my arm itch from all of this medication, I was gripping the sides of this bed in pain.
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medicationII set my alarm for 4:30 instead of 5:30 so I could roll over, take a pill, and fall back asleep. I’d leave two pills on the night stand with a glass of water every night. I could feel the pain in my leg, my hand, when I reached over to take the drugs. I’d feel it in my back, too. And sometimes in my shoulder. The water always tasted warm and dusty. It hurt to hold the pills in my right hand.
I closed my eyes at 4:32. I hated that damn alarm clock. And
5:40, I couldn’t wait any longer, I couldn’t be late, we
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An hour after the pills, and I’d start to feel dizzy.
I couldn’t hold myself still. I’d sit at my desk and my eyes would And I could still feel traces of the pain, lingering in my bones.
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And then I had to watch the clock, take a pink-and-white
When I’d feel my body start to ache again, I’d look at the clock.
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What The Third Death is Like
When do you know it’s over, you’re recovered and everything’s better? I mean, the medications and the doctors visits and the blood samples finally stopped, and I can drive and use a knife in the kitchen without fearing my own safety, and walk down the stairs without someone a handrail or someone else’s help, but...but that feeling is always there, the feeling
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Pressure On Me Again
Man, you put a lot of pressure on me
I’m so sick of not being in control of everything
I have to define my own life
I have to define my own life
I need to make my own choices
I’m not sick but I’m not wellI’m not sick but I’m not welland I’m sure there’s something I can do about this I’ve popped the aspirin the tylenol the ibuprofen the codine the prozac the sleeping pills and that thermometer is down my throat and I’m gagging
I’m not sick but I’m not well
I’m not sick but I’m not well
I’m not sick but I’m not well
no, I’m not sick and maybe I’m not well
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A Gun To My Head
I’m at a grocery store, I don’t know what I’m getting but I’ve got a basket for food, I’m there alone, there are others in the store, but no one is paying attention to me.
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don’t need the crutchesI can stand alone. I don’t need youyou think there’s more to it than that, but no, there isn’t
this is the world and sometimes you have to survive
it is important to understand that I don’t need the crutches
three months later
or is it just me, feeling the change,
people go through life with a lack of emotion, feeling, thought
betterI had all of the other useless dronings and the high school promsI’ve always thought I was good enough then someone would remind me that I might be wrong because someone else would always come along and cover me with their better hair, their better clothes, their pulitzer prizes Wow I must really need all that those people have I must want that
some people always had the better cars
doesn’t it just suck how people can be the biggest jerks in their
isn’t it funny how these people are invariably the ones
And then there’s you or me, someone who has always tried to do well I guess some people just have a run of bad luck
What Have I Won
There is so much
And there is so much
And there is nothing
they have tried to take away
and lucky for me
But what have I won
I Recover and Everyone Moves On
I don’t know how many times i’ve envisioned a gun to my head.
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about the author
Janet Kuypers graduated from the University of Illinois in Champaign/Urbana with a degree in News/Editorial Communications Journalism (with computer science engineering studies). She had a minor in photography and specialized in creative writing. In the early 1990s she was an acquaintance rape workshop facilitator, and edited to two literary magazines.
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