Cashmere & Dynamite
Synthesis of volcano & iceberg:
the biographies of great chess players:
taught me more of passion & self-
sacrifice than the Lives of the Saints.
The best pop song of the 80s:
“The Kids in America”. O, you
stocky, beer-swilling gentlemen, so
smooth the approach, the swing,
the release of the ball, silky revolutions,
explosion of pins, cashmere & dyn-
amite. This is only my opinion.
Fall, 1999, Esquire Magazine: the
goatee is out! Okay, fine, but not the
cowboy boots, you sons of bitches,
it’s taken fifteen years to break-in
these goddamn boots!
Got your postcard: Edward Hopper:
the loneliness of America (I’d decided
best friends, like the anti-hero, the
Incredible Hulk, were in comics.)
Got milk? Just asking. Why, why,
why, do I believe the fortune cookie?
My horoscope? The DJ? Slimy
motherfucker said he’d play my god-
damn request. Do I sound angry?
Nonsense. No different than
anybody else. ’Round Midnight.
“O, where are the young men, the
weight on their shoulders?”