though the cookie cutters rule. When I was hitchhiking in 1969-70 (to Santa Fe--how
romantic! not!), I sent postcards to a beautiful couple back in Knoxville. I filled those cards to overflowing. I transformed the journey I was on--the impurest escapism--into Huckleberry Finn sticks out his thumb on I-40 West. Some dark tunnel of time later, I yearn to post cards to that beautiful couple again, Gary & Pat. Gary is dead. Pat is Greta Garbo in her fog & her pearls. I'm flying a kite named Photography. So many tall trees & devilish winds. I have neither knowledge nor wisdom. I've found neither my clique or niche or voice. I'm depressed, I'm not making any money, I'm holed up in The Alamo & Santa Ana has decided not to attack after all--instead of his military band playing "El Deguello (signifying no quarter given to the enemy), he's playing "See you later, alligator, After 'while, crocodile." The Alamo Motel. Cigaret butts & rusted sign & funereal pool.
These words worm out of my being. Could it be a song? Health care legislation--yes. War--get it over with & bring the troops home. Taxes--tax me more: help people more.
Thoughtful, caring, decent Republicans--thoughtful, caring, decent hyenas? Religion--The Sermon On The Mount. Sexual Identity--Love Thy Neighbor & Date or Marry Him or
Her If Y'all Wanna. Children--Let Them Be. Animals--Don't Eat Them. Global Warming--
Reap the Whirlwind. Art--What Is It? Movies--"The Searchers," "Ikiru," "Topper." Television--Bill Maher on HBO, Bill Moyers on PBS, Jon Stewart & Stephen Colbert, The Weather Channel, Masterpiece Theater. Books--Scandinavian Crime Fiction, Thomas Bernhard novels, Tristram Shandy, "The Stranger," "The Great Gatsby," "Pale Fire."
Drink--Whiskey. Food--Pizza. Place--Market Square Mall. Music--Bob Dylan, The Grateful Dead, Bach, Mozart, Miles Davis, Bob Wills, Flatt & Scruggs.
How easy to start a blog is it? Criminally easy. I just did it.
