Nothing’s Working
STRANGER IN MY OWN COUNTRY I’ll explain this later. Yesterday I went to Delaware. Never knew that was significant back when I wrote “Writing America Down” in the 90s. Still. I felt ill at ease. The Wanderer “How often the lone-dweller anticipates some sign, this Measurer’s mercy — must always must— mind-caring, along the ocean’s windings, stirring rime-chill seas, hands as oars many long whiles, treading the tracks of exile— the way of the world an open book always.” (1–5) So spoke the earth-stepper, a memorial of miseries slaughter of the wrathful, crumbling of kinsmen: “Often, every daybreak, alone I must bewail my cares. There’s now no one living to whom I dare mumble my mind’s understanding. I know as truth that it’s seen suitable for anyone to bind fast their spirit’s closet, hold onto the hoards, think whatever ********** “Can a weary mind weather the shitstorm? I think not. Can a roiling heart set itself free? I don’t think so. So often those hustling fo...