Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
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Monday, July 15, 2024
When I Shut My Eyes I can smell the Wild West
This acute drought invites the short shadows of desert life into my Appalachian sentience and such allows my mind to veer off into those desert colors I once saw in the four corners, and the smell of the odd red and those strange green striations on desert walls of younger western montanas that might resemeble the bones of these ancient Appalachain rises. Rise and fall, my beloved friends. Nevermind the hill and holler billies within this vertical life, dry with summer arid all around makes me inhale the desert and sadly forsee my own mountain rain forests succomb to the same climatic genesis of those western ranges long after I have contributed my own set of bones to their earthworks.
Monday, July 1, 2024
Lou Reed - Endless Cycle
This song, from Reed's masterwork album, New York, forecasted the greatest societal problem since slavery. It's called "Endless Cycle," but the cycle can be slowed to a crawal through widespread postive eugenics programs. What's at stake? Everything.
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