One photo, for loved ones who worry, especially on these trips. Kensington to Frederick to Hagerstown to Hancock to Cumberland to Morgantown to Washington to Wheeling to Zanesville to Gambier where we picked up Planet to Mt Vernon to Bellville to Lexington to Galion to Ontario to Mansfield and the Old State Penitentiary to Lexington to Johnsville to Mt Gilead with it's dumb Town Phallus to Cardington to Ashley to Delaware to Winter Street to Buns where we ate our traditional long Ohio drive dinner, the fried walleye was terrific, to Sunbury, to 71 north back to Bellville where we had to stay since Gambier's Homecoming (on Sept 12? what the fuck) had every room in Mt Vernon booked.
- And that's how this attention slut negotiates and compromises with himself.
- Impossible to read in a hotel room with the television on, have a few links, plus found this morning while others were sleeping.
- A quiet revolution triptych.
- I know this sounds ludicrous, but....
- From the end of history and back.
- What is what.
- The Nail.
- Before the pipeline, before the end of dreamtime.
- The reappearance of Walter Benjamin. It's true.
- See? Other places too.
- Myself with cats.
- BroadSnark's things you might have missed.
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- The anti-archive.
- Samuel Delany, for those of you who do.
- Unmediated experience.
- Yes, I admit it, songs are from the trip's soundtrack, shoot me.
- Hymn to Life.
WHAT MY HOUSE WOULD BE LIKE IF IT WERE A PERSON
Denise Levertov
This person would be an animal.
This animal would be large, at least as large
as a workhorse. It would chew cud, like cows,
having several stomachs.
No one could follow it
into the dense brush to witness
its mating habits. Hidden by fur,
its sex would be hard to determine.
Definitely it would discourage
investigation. But it would be, if not teased,
a kind, amiable animal,
confiding as a chickadee. Its intelligence
would be of a high order,
neither human nor animal, elvish.
And it would purr, though of course,
it being a house, you would sit in its lap,
not it in yours.
Always curious about writers who travel eastern Ohio. I grew up in St. Clairsville. Even more curious about one linked on Naked Capitalism.
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