Ernie Bushmiller-Sluggo's Prouncement (American 1930's?)
Who was it that said, "in dreams begin responsibility"? Yeats! Thank you Google! Fifteen years ago I'd have said Bono.
Anyhow it's true. They begin there in the rectitude of our adjustments, when the lighted world is at bay and a second moves in and surrogates our failed attempts at joy.
I made chili this morning. It's just the usual stuff, except between the green bells, cubanellas, and jalapenos, I fit a palmful of dried arbols. They're the wee fire ants of the the chili world: Mean, stoic and mesmerizing, leaving paisleys the color of oxidized blood in the wake of otherwise clear space and then upon purple arterial shadows--they provoke hallucinations unattainable by chemical means.
At the risk of appearing forward I am throwing open the door to the (non-pussy) world. It is fantastic. I will tell you about the light, and will probably bake up some honey cornbread to go along with the chili. 4516 Liberty Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA.
Wrestling and neighbor-startling antics to follow.