by Jeremiah Webster If Madame Sosostris shuffled her "wicked pack of cards" today, would there be the hanged man, the "lady of situations," the great wheel? Would Stetson walk among the dead? Would Cleopatra reign from a gilded throne? Would the three virtues (Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata) hold promise in the 21st century? Or would April … Continue reading Ninety Years Post-Wasteland
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Pretty Vacant
Jeremiah Webster "We're so pretty, oh so pretty, vacant." - The Sex Pistols We had driven past midnight and needed sleep. The last four exits had been Labor Day destinations with each hotel booked through the weekend, a blaze of NO VACANCY neon extinguishing the last star in the sky. "Don't bother," a woman told … Continue reading Pretty Vacant
Anagnorisis
Jeremiah Webster - noun ( /ˌænəɡˈnɒrɨsɨs/; Ancient Greek: ἀναγνώρισις) the moment in a play or other work when a character makes a critical discovery. "What is the single greatest line of poetry?" the doctor asked. I was on butcher paper with hypertension and a persistent eye twitch. Stabbing chest pains on the bus had prompted me … Continue reading Anagnorisis
Here There Be Giants
Jeremiah Webster Last year I drove a friend from out of town (Midwest kindred sort) along a road that ran parallel with the Cascade Mountain Range. We were in my pickup, it was early November autumn, and Philip Glass was traversing a minimal number of aching notes on the stereo. We sipped green tea from … Continue reading Here There Be Giants
Rock & Sling 