As a youth I admired a man, an experienced man with the wisdom of a poet. He was the hunter and I, the dog. I subsumed his instruction like a sultry musk. But when I asked a poignant question the smoke cleared, and he had vanished….
The promise of the good life is the bane of examination
Orchestrator of spectacle
Capturer of imagination
A grand discovery indeed, that connected fear and loathing to vices
Fool me twice, never again: an ancient, malevolent license.
The obscurantist’s inimitable art is to put a price on the sublime, not from town to town, but everywhere, for all time.
A discerning host, your merry diversions are his constant attendance to business.