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my scrips are Prozac, Lithium, Klonopin, Harpoon IPA, King David, the Jayhawks, Townes Van Zandt , Pinot Grigio, midnite to 4:30 AM and sleeping at dawn with a cold, hard rain falling.
Thank Christ.
But I'm so much more than that.
And less.
More or less.


What Work Is

We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is--if you're
old enough to read this you know what
work is, although you may not do it.
Forget you. This is about waiting,
shifting from one foot to another.
Feeling the light rain falling like mist
into your hair, blurring your vision
until you think you see your own brother
ahead of you, maybe ten places.
You rub your glasses with your fingers,
and of course it's someone else's brother,
narrower across the shoulders than
yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin
that does not hide the stubbornness,
the sad refusal to give in to
rain, to the hours wasted waiting,
to the knowledge that somewhere ahead
a man is waiting who will say, "No,
we're not hiring today," for any
reason he wants. You love your brother,
now suddenly you can hardly stand
the love flooding you for your brother,
who's not beside you or behind or
ahead because he's home trying to
sleep off a miserable night shift
at Cadillac so he can get up
before noon to study his German.
Works eight hours a night so he can sing
Wagner, the opera you hate most,
the worst music ever invented.
How long has it been since you told him
you loved him, held his wide shoulders,
opened your eyes wide and said those words,
and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never
done something so simple, so obvious,
not because you're too young or too dumb,
not because you're jealous or even mean
or incapable of crying in
the presence of another man, no,
just because you don't know what work is.

~Philip Levine

'my' erratic group is Tabasco.



Before you add me as a contact please know that just because I added YOU or faved one or several of your photos, you are in no way expected to reciprocate.

i live in various places, as an cliched ESL teacher , including Grenada, WI. Prague, Czech Republic. Brno, CZ. Vienna, Austria. Kiev, Ukraine. Hong Kong, SAR. Shenzhen , Guangzhou (Canton) (well a tiny village 12 hours away by bus) and Xaimen (Amoy), mainland China....

I'm no photographer, I like to photograph some situations that I see but for the lovely images I come here. h

my liberal arts degrees are in English Lit (ba) Creative Writing, Fiction and Poetry (bfa) and another in Theology (Christian major, Buddhism minor) but that sounds feeble and desperate and needy and nothing there really matters but what matters are children, old dogs, watermelon wine, faster horses, younger women, more beer money and the fact that i cook like a mofo italian negro.


"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
~Oscar Wilde




and finally, I love everybody, especially you.