The observations about being the heroes of our age made me think of DeLillo's "Underworld," which in part is the observation that a great deal of what maintains the planet is how we dispose of our garbage. How very quickly things would go awry without that unspoken underworld of activity.
Stick with Alexi; he knows!
The observations about being the heroes of our age made me think of DeLillo's "Underworld," which in part is the observation that a great deal of what maintains the planet is how we dispose of our garbage. How very quickly things would go awry without that unspoken underworld of activity.
I love the rhythm of this piece Damon. And of course my cameo appearance!
suddenly I have a craving for finnbiff....and I dont even know exactly what it is....how does one prep reindeer?
Thank you for this post!
I wrote this poem about woodsmoke and how rare it is becoming at https://frangardner.substack.com/p/purses-and-bags
Autumn Smoke
Fall used to mean smoke
Leafy bonfires,
Warmth on our faces,
Potatoes tucked amid the embers.
But then we cared
About air quality,
And burning leaves . . .
We turned that page.
The Amazon Basin burns,
But not our backyards.
Progress of a sort:
No more campfires, either.
Melt those marshmallows.
In the microwave.
The half-burned gooiness
We loved while camping—
Forget about that.
Age matters for something:
At least I have those memories,
Like eating the charred parts, too.
Today’s children
Have marshmallow treats.
So many things are better now.
Just remember that.
Yet spare a quick thought
For the fires of our youth.