Cashmere & Dynamite

Synthesis of volcano & iceberg: the biographies of great chess players: taught me more of passion & self- sacrifice than the Lives of the Saints. The best pop song of the 80s: “The Kids in America”.  O, you stocky, beer-swilling gentlemen, so smooth the approach, the swing, the release of the ball, silky revolutions, explosion of pins, cashmere & dyn- amite.  This is only my opinion. Fall, 1999, Esquire Magazine: the goatee is out!  Okay, fine, but not the cowboy boots, you sons of bitches, it’s taken fifteen years to break-in these goddamn boots! Got your postcard: Edward Hopper: the loneliness of America (I’d decided best friends, like the anti-hero, the Incredible Hulk, were in comics.) Got milk?  Just asking.  Why, why, why, do I believe the fortune cookie? My horoscope?  The DJ?  Slimy motherfucker said he’d play my god- damn request.  Do I sound angry? Nonsense.  No different than anybody else.  ’Round Midnight. “O, where are the young men, the weight on their shoulders?”