Thursday, April 7, 2022

Literature III



 The idea is that my paper on Hunter will be irrelevant because we are already too far gone on the downward spiral of dumbness. The question is am I too far gone on the downward spiral of dumbness to write a paper on Hunter? Is it wise to write about Hunter? Am I worthy to write about Hunter? Is there anything to be done about the downward spiral of dumbness?

What is this?

Good magic?

Ethical empiricism.

Maybe Hunter is not ethical empiricism but Hunter helped me get there.

What to do about today man?

Baseball game in hell with Hitler and Rand and Crazy Horse.

Hunter reviews Eric in Outerspace in company of Chesterton, Jackson, Roosevelt, Churchill.

Hunter just says no to Hellbender.

The frayed ends of rock and roll.

Little room.

Who is Cormac McCarthy?

Blind spot.

Proper education as a sailed boat.

The entire blog must be written off as pure gonzo.

The only place gonzo is still acceptable is the highest literary elites.

The entire blog is then pure madness.

I ought to be committed or better yet sent to treatment for alcoholism.

The treatment for a genius mind in a time of the downward spiral of dumbness is potato.

Nixon, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush.

Obama, Trump, Biden,

Me llamo piceeto gato.

I just molested myself. 

The dew of my youth.

Joy.

Surprised.

Saturday, March 26, 2022

Chapter III

Deputy:

My great grandfather did not sit at the dining room table every night drinking whiskey because he hated my great grandmother. He sat there at the dining room table every night drinking whiskey because of how dearly he missed and loved my great grandmother. I did not go out to San Francisco to piss in the whiskey bottle of my grandparents.

I went to San Francisco to be true to my grandfather and to lift him off of the ground when my grandmother did not have the strength to. Just because I am a deputy and I have been given a job to dump this woman in the River does not mean I can fucking live with myself afterwards. I can’t eat fucking Popeyes or KFC or smoke any cigarettes.

What am I going to do?

Dream of mice setting me up for blackmail for the rest of my life?

Why did she love me?

Why did she choose me?

Out of all the guys in this small fucking town?


Narrator:


The man applies

The pressure of

The illusion that

The woman that

The deputy just

Threw in the water was 

In fact his

Own lover

Which is not the truth at all.

The truth is this

Man

The deputy has

A wife and daughter

At home that the deputy

Loves dearly.

In the act of dumping

This woman’s body

Into the River

He sees his own 

Wife and daughter

And as the man

Goes to apply the illusion that 

The woman that he just

Dumped into the River was his lover

So he has the justification to not go on living

But throw

Himself off of the bridge as well,

He remembers

He is late for the PTA meeting.


Deputy: No, I was her lover. That is why her husband killed her because she had many lovers and I was one of them.


Narrator: caught up in hysteria. The deputy speaks to no one in particular trying to rationalize his madness until he is brought back to reality by the ringing cellphone of his wife trying to remind him of his PTA meeting with the teacher of the daughter that he loves.


Deputy: no I am not talking to myself. I am talking to you voice of whatever you are and this woman’s body that I just threw off the bridge was a woman that I had been with and that is why I will now throw myself off of the bridge in grief and remorse.


Narrator: the dilemma in the deputies head is almost to much as the pressure of paranoia weighs down on him of voices contradicting his decision to kill himself for a woman he never saw until today. A random truck honks at him as it passes him on the bridge and snaps the deputy out of his stupor to attend the PTA meeting and take responsibility for his daughter and wife’s wellbeing.


Deputy: ok. Fuck this I am jumping.


Narrator: the mind overwhelmed with neurosis envisions itself jumping off of a bridge but the man is actually driving to his daughters PTA meeting and even makes it on time.


Deputy: wtf? I really didn’t know that woman and I make it on time to my daughters pta meeting?


Narrator: paralyzing confusion shifts to blissful responsibility as the man shifts his focus back to his personal goals and dreams of providing for his family.


Deputy: this is all too good to be true.


Narrator: the deputy and his wife and their daughter live happily ever after.


Time and space

 enough

To learn how to treat each other 

And 

build trust

With

Love

And 

Respect

Responsibly

And

Without

Regrets



Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Literature II

 A long time ago lived a man called Ernest Hemingway. He was against fascism before America was. He fought fascists with real weapons before America and Russia destroyed the Nazis. His artistic peers of the Lost generation included Willa Cather, F. Scott Fitzgerald, William Faulkner, John Steinbeck, e. e. cummings, Joan Miro, Pablo Picasso, Salvador Dali and those of the Dadaist movement.

The Lost Generation is the generation that lived through the First World War. Ernest Hemingway fought in the First World War. He was injured and sent home back to Michigan. From this experience he wrote “ A Farewell To Arms.” (1929) A heart wrenching tale about an injured soldier who falls in love with his nurse only to see her die in giving birth to a miscarriage.

Dedicated to writing as craft he wrote from the perspective of a common man chasing after truth. His design was for any man or woman to enjoy his writing while employing a technique of greatness to win the approval of the harsh critics. His writing was always based on his own personal experience and became the standard for authors who came after him. His subjects include travel, fishing, women, bullfighting, camaraderie, hunting trips, and war.

Back in Michigan after World War I he found his stories about the war were a hit wherever he told them and he began to embellish his stories in attempts to continue others' approval. He received the drift that the place for art was Paris and moved there. He won the approval of the matriarch of art of the Lost Generation, Gertrude Stein. From the camaraderie of the artists he lived amongst in Paris he wrote The Sun Also Rises. (1926)

The Spanish civil war was an inspiration to Hemingway and he wrote For Whom the Bell Tolls. (1940) Later he wrote Old Man and the Sea. (1952) For this novel he won the Pulitzer Prize and the Nobel Peace Prize, "for his mastery of the art of narrative, most recently demonstrated in The Old Man and the Sea, and for the influence that he has exerted on contemporary style”, leaving him to retire in Ketchum, Idaho.


Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Journey III

 Nebraska Road Tripping


Drop down into Indian Caves. Case of rolling rocks from the liquor store in Falls City. Stop by the dive bar and play blacktop by Colter Wall on the jukebox. Blonde lady slightly aged on the corner of the bar that goes outside to smoke a cigarette. Someone from Texas reunited with their Mom. A young guy with a mullet plays pool. 

Falls city


Drink a whiskey at the Hive. Bartender is smoking hott so drink another whiskey. Bartender is even hotter now and have another whiskey. Bar is closed. Drive out to the Platte river and buy a porn magazine. Sleep on a bridge. Wake up and jump on the back of a horse bareback. Get off and jump on the back of another horse bareback and it bucks me off. Don’t jump on the bareback of the pony, that would be too far.

Lied Platte River Trail


Walking up and down hiking trails and bike trails and horse trails trying to explain to my friend the ins and outs of my confusion with a girl I am trying to pursue. This turns out to be one of our last conversations.

Platte River State Park


Group of homies that I work with every day. Show up to work on a new project. Work alone through the day and the night. Some guys at work I can be transparent with my words and others are straight laced enough to only be able to answer the question, “How are you?” 

Mahoney State Park


Rolling in my inflatable kayak down the Platte River with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Jump out the river and stow away my kayak in the woods. Find some live music. Walk up the highway 66 in the dark back to my car. Drive car 5 miles to pick up my kayak I had stowed away in the woods.

Louisville State Recreation area


Hide my bicycle in a cluster of trees and hike over the pedestrian bridge that goes over the Platte River. Camp on the backside of a hill at Platte river state park. Read Blue Like Jazz, a Christian book for hipsters. 

Schramm Park State Rec area


Six pack of tall boys cracked open, music on, windows down, car parked, just stare off at the lake for hours.

Memphis state rec area


Standing at the buoy with a bottomless seltzer in my hand. Drunk adults, excited teenagers and happy children wail, and splash and scream. The sun is going down and I am getting to the bottom of this bottomless seltzer. 

Branched Oak State Rec Area


Head out to the river pretty damn blitzed and damn near blacked out. Girls from work and one of their boyfriends. The pictures taken from the trip help me remember the themes. One being that one of the girls looked like Billie Eilish and the other is the idea of big dick energy. These ideas were driving me out of my mind with hilarity. Wanting to see how it would feel to surrender to a power greater than oneself I searched out the current in the river and let myself get dragged down over my head. The suction of the current was not letting me up when I was over the initial impulse of a suicide and I remembered that this was a commitment to the will of the current that I had agreed to and it let me back up  to have another chance at life.

Two Rivers State park


Sunset going down with my ex-girlfriend in a Sublime swimsuit I had bought her from Forever 21. Take some pictures of her on the beach with a swimsuit that matched the outline of the sunset.

Fremont Lakes State Rec area


Take my cousins and their mom out to explore. 

Fort Atkinson state historical park


Canoe down the Niobrara with my mother and her dog. Pretty sick waterfall.

Smith Falls State park


Camp with my mother and her dog at Chadron national forest. An unkindness or rather, a conspiracy of ravens fills the sky at dusk.

Chadron state park


Memorial Day weekend I leave a girls house when she gets sick. Go to Lake Mac. Been here before with a pal, another time with my mother, another time with another pal. Now here by myself, after leaving the sick girl, on Memorial Day weekend.

Ogallala.


Friday, January 14, 2022

Joke II

 Big sheets full of carbonated water

Lizards out on the deck

Let me tell you about it

There was this dude and he would ride 

From town to town

Each town he went to he killed 

All of the passenger pigeons

He went to each town until there

Were no passenger pigeons left

And a young girl asked him why he

Did this and he told her it was

Because it put a twinkle in his eye

The girl told him, “I bet you can’t kill

Every Carolina parakeet.” The dude asked

The girl why she would challenge him 

So and the girl replied, “It puts a wart

On my gourd.”


Stoned and all alone

Somewhere in rural Kentucky

Spring of 1995

Crawdads, bullfrogs, deer, horses, trees,

Gravel roads, ponds, hills, stars at night


Pioneers landed

Fought Indians 

Ate nuts, berries, leather, each other 


Saturday, December 4, 2021

Presidential VI

An accomplished senator, ruler of the senate, he tagged along with the Kennedys to become famous. Becoming president is a rich man’s game because of the amount of spending power it takes to become popular. John F Kennedy supported by his millionaire father Joe Kennedy Sr and his personal charm and charisma to win supporters and donors beat out older and more experienced democratic candidates Hubert Humphrey, Adlai Stevenson and Lyndon B Johnson to win the Democratic candidacy. Kennedy had full support from New England but needed LBJ as running partner to pull the votes of the western and southern states.

This running strategy was successful for the Kennedy team in 1960 against Richard M Nixon. However Kennedy and his team did not like or utilize LBJ once in office. Being vice president for the famous Kennedy got LBJ out of the senate and into the glamorous spotlight of the “camelot” white house.

When Kennedy was shot, LBJ was left with the reigns of the POTUS. Left with Kennedy’s team he immediately dedicated himself to continuing the Kennedy dream, aspiration and political platform that had been presented to the country. Johnson admired JFK, his family and loyal team for their youth, intelligence, and agency although recognizing that they recognized him as an outsider and sometimes even unwelcome and unwanted guest. While implementing the Kennedy platform he was unable to lead or connect with Kennedy’s family or team like his predecessor had. The men who followed Kennedy followed his vision, not the dogma that his vision became under LBJ. 

One at a time LBJ replaced Kennedy’s team so that by the time he campaigned for the presidency in 1964 he had men surrounding him that he believed were loyal to him not Kennedy. Among those excluded was JFK's younger brother, Bobby Kennedy, who served ably as Attorney General under the 1960-1964 JFK/LBJ presidency. Having left Kennedy's team and vision behind he pursued his own program, the Great Society, which happened to be the not yet legislated ideas of FDR.






White, Theodore H. The Making of the President 1960. 1961. Harper Perennial Political Classics. New York, New York.

White, Theodore H. The Making of the President 1964. 1965. Harper Perennial Political Classics. New York, New York.

Friday, November 26, 2021

Presidential V

 March to the Sea


Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain

That frowned on the river below,

As we stood by our guns in the morning

And eagerly watched for the foe


Then sang we a song for our chieftain,

That echoed over river and lea;

And the stars of our banner shone brighter

When Sherman marched down to the sea


General William Tecumseh Sherman thought it wise to elevate the status of the Negro in America to something closer to the white man but he did not desire it be equal nor did he make it a hobby of his own to see this change of status occur. His attention to the crisis of the civil war was realized when he was living in the South and Abraham Lincoln was elected President of the United States. A slave revolt was an old nightmare of the South and the South was to establish a separate nation in order to preserve slavery as an institution. Sherman moved out of the South in order to join the northern cause of fighting in order to preserve the Union. Ulysses S. Grant becomes Abraham Lincoln’s fighting man and General Sherman becomes Ulysses S Grant’s Raider of the Deep South.


Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman

Went up from valley and glen,

And the bugles reechoed the music

That came from the lips of the men;

For we knew that the stars in our banner

More bright in their splendour would be

And that blessings from Northland would greet us,

When Sherman marched down to the sea!


Then sang we a song for our chieftain,

That echoed over river and lea;

And the stars of our banner shone brighter

When Sherman marched down to the sea


After Grant and Sherman graduate a political and administrative labyrinth they secure the navigation of the Mississippi River. Lincoln then promotes Grant to be commander of all Union forces between the Appalachian mountains and Mississippi river. The first thing Grant does is secure advancement for Sherman. When Lincoln promotes Grant to Lieutenant General and Commander of all the Union armies Grant puts Sherman in charge of the forces of the West and the campaign to penetrate the Deep South.


Then forward, boys! Forward to battle!

We marched on our wearisome way,

We stormed the wild hills of Reseca -

God bless those who fell on that day!

Then Kenesaw frowned in its glory,

Frowned down on the flag of the free;

But the East and the West bore our Standard,

And Sherman marched to the Sea!


Then sang we a song for our chieftain,

That echoed over river and lea;

And the stars of our banner shone brighter

When Sherman marched down to the sea


While Grant becomes known as “The Butcher” for a fighting philosophy that includes sending as many forces into the fray as possible and known for the quote, “We will fight it out on this line if it takes all summer”, Sherman gains a reputation for commanding technical soldiers that lay waste anything in their path. Both strategies are successful and come to be known as total warfare. Sherman calls his specific strategy of damaging resources as enlightened war. 


We will do it in our own time and in our own way; that it makes no difference whether it be in one year, or two, or ten, or twenty; that we will remove and destroy every obstacle, if need be, take every life, every acre of land, every particle of property, everything that to us seems to us proper, that we will not cease till the end is attained; that all who do not aid us are enemies and that we will not account to them for our acts.” - William Tecumseh Sherman


Still onward we pressed, till our banners

Swept out from Atlanta’s grim walls,

And the blood of the Patriot dampened

The soil where the traitor-flag falls;

But we paused not to to weep for the fallen,

Who slept by each river and tree,

Yet we twined the a wreath of laurel,

As Sherman marched down to the Sea!


Then sang we a song for our chieftain,

That echoed over river and lea;

And the stars of our banner shone brighter

When Sherman marched down to the sea


Sherman's Army of the West burns Atlanta and this cuts out southern reinforcements for General Lee of the Confederate army, saves the election for Abraham Lincoln and stops demands that Ulysses Grant be removed from his position. Sherman then moves his 62000 men on a march to the sea campaign from Atlanta to Savannah, Georgia. He does not take supplies and essentially goes off the grid from correspondence with anyone for two months. His mission is to destroy the South's will to resist by destroying railroads, houses, people's lives and livelihoods while crippling military resources and foraging liberally on the country. The location of each advancing corps could be seen by the flames along its route and Sherman's signature “neckties” that were created by an engineer regiment who would twist railroad bars with claws after heating so that they could never be used again.


Oh, proud was our army that morning,

That stood where the pine darkly towers, 

When Sherman said, “Boys, you are weary,

But today fair Savannah is ours!”

That echoed over river and Lea,

And the stars in our banner shone brighter

When Sherman camped down by the Sea!


It seemed to me then that the terrible energy they had displayed in the earlier stages of the war was beginning to yield to the slower but more certain industry and discipline of our Northern men.” - William Tecumseh Sherman


From Savannah Sherman marches across South Carolina with more looting and burning even more earnestly than before. His troops' marches draw comparisons to those of the roman legions while the South compares him to the Goths sacking the Romans. After the surrender of Robert E. Lee to Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox Court House, Lincoln, Grant and Sherman are united in not further molesting the South. Abraham Lincoln is shot and Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy, is captured disguised as a woman while wearing his wife's raincoat and shawl with half a million worth of stolen gold that he had taken when abandoning his post. After the war Grant, Sherman, Phillip Sheridan and an unlikely figure, George Custer focus on the settlement of the plains, the Indian wars and Reconstruction in the South.


Let them see us the way they are,

They said. Clean weapons and bare feet.

Let them look at us in our rags.

They’ll know who we are.

We are Uncle Billy’s men.





Flood, Charles Bracken. Grant and Sherman: The Friendship That Saved the Civil War. Harper Perennial, 2005.


Sherman, William Tecumseh. Memoirs of General W.T. Sherman. Literary Classics of the United States, 1990. New York, New York.