Windfall/Hiatus (Late August)
Windfall/Hiatus (Late August)
The one-piece, lie-around, laze around, full-body lazywear
I’ll be taking some time off in August and September for new book projects and a revamped Almanac. Thanks for the support, my tens of readers.
The state highway construction diversion thoroughfare broils under the late midday sun. Between the erotic video emporium and the regional fast casual eatery franchise, a bit of relect orchard remains, inslanded between streams of slow angry traffic. Peach and plum fall, uneaten, streak the concrete, attracting wasps and other disagreeable creatures.
I, for my part, doing my part (a bit), lay my phone down on the tote bag on the grass, and take a rest between bouts of argument with strangers, take a rest from the debate, the all-encompassing debate, dominant in discourse, about how our president has given me, personally, license, with his pen and ink power, to never ever do gainful work, to never ever do manful work ever again. Advanced degree holders, speakers of foreign languages, all of them have been given that license. The age of productive educated labor has ended. A thousand genders flower; they go to seed; they germinate, and, eventually, peach and plum fall in hand, are good out of hand, enriching the soil and the belly, without labor, indifferently. The land has exhausted its commercial potential. What a dream.
So I could sit here (I’m going to sit here) and recline against this tree, as day and night recline towards equilibrium. I’ll be present eventually, here next month, this spot, my voice present, presented in new formats, idle words spoken in the shade, idle words, the fruit of idle hours. Enjoy them or not, without fiat, of your own free will, in the freest of countries. Your prerogative.
