Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores
Meditations on Life, Love, Revolution, and Evolution from the foolpump Research Institute
I sit on the sea wall beneath the Roger Casement statue. I look out onto Dublin Bay toward Sandy Cove. I can see the James Joyce Martello Tower at the end of the curling shoreline about a quarter mile away. I think I see the Forty Foot, too. But I’m not sure.
I stand up from my seat. A pain missile fires from my tailbone. It shoots down my right buttock ...
That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.
I fall from the rideshare car at ABIA; methinks it was a Lyft - fucking hate Uber - well, I hate Lyft, too,
I can’t get to gate 26. I can barely get within eyeshot. It’s jammed with droves of snot-faced disney hooligans and their shit-faced parents
Recollections of Derry/Londonderry on the Eve of All Hallows Eve / Dhoire oíche roimh Samhain // gathered quickly before they slip away
In a failing city in a failed state...
This is Version 1.0 of the new essay/audio/slideshow project I've been working on. What's this new project about? Well, I think the title speaks for itself. I'm currently referring to its style as "hallucinatory travelogue". I guess that's a warning to readers/listeners that this isn't a conventional essay, blog post, whatever. I may be adding... Continue Reading →
See the whole It's never cold in Texas series HERE
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 