By Way of Non-Explanation

Lithograph of August Strindberg by Edvard Munch (1896)

A question unasked: what might prompt one to write such a foolish 'poem'? That question will remain unanswered. There's sufficient sub rosa cruelty around without my further amplifying it. So, rather than belabor a peculiar series events pertainting to repetitive family dynamics, better to share a play that touches on some of these matters. Hereafter, I'll be chronicling my travels down the Ohio Valley to America's greatest ruin, Cairo, Illinois. And back.

Working Preamble

In Twlight of the Idols, Nietzsche wrote: 'Women are considered profound. Why? Because one never fathoms their depths. Women aren't even shallow'. I read this in college and rejected it out of hand. Because I didn't understand it. It's not a rebuke.

Why not be happy?

If I'd had listened carefully enough in the Tenderloin, to Liliane the bartendress at the 'No Name' bar, otherwise known as the Geary Club, I'd have been better off. She would always insist on this song, which isn't my favorite, but whatevers.

Sunday Morning Coming Down, Featuring Nixon & Agnew

So, I always thought Johnny Cash wrote that song. But no. He just covered it very well. It was Kris Kristofferson. I guess it's supposed to be a lament. It just seems like some real shit that describes reality. Oh, well. So some reflections that are meant to

Athens, OH to Franklin County, PA

These photos are chronological for the last few days of that interminable trip. Mostly Athens, Ohio and a few snaps from Pennsylvania.

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Working Preamble

Why not be happy?

Sunday Morning Coming Down, Featuring Nixon & Agnew

Athens, OH to Franklin County, PA