The critics outside of criticism feel unscalable,
And he let down the rope ladder from the treehouse.
up and selected a cigar, posed to me in the humidor.
it as he spoke. What I mean to say is that
wowed by how starchy this pear has become.
you ask. The pear of literature, made stiff
who think they’re in the know. They’re wrong!
to go, he continued, picking apart a leaf, is
loose: to unbung the still hole in the world’s core.
August 27, 1967. The Daily Diary describes President Johnson’s trip to Dupont Circle to look at “hippies.”
“As the car turned onto Independence Avenue, the President said that he would really like to take a drive out to Dupont Circle and to the 18th and Columbia Road area to look at “hippies,” because he’d never seen one, he said…
At Dupont Circle, the President asked Mrs. Johnson to try to find some “hippies” for him to see—not many were out, but the President did get to see a couple of them. The car followed the outer section of the circle two times around, and then moved to the inner section…for two times around. The second time around the President got a good look at the long haired, necklace draped, rope tied clothed fellows sitting around on the benches. He took special interest in one who had a bundle of pamphlets under his arm, distributing them to anyone who would take them.”
Photo of Dupont Circle from Google Maps Streetview.
Photo of “Hitchhiker with His Dog, ‘Tripper’, on U.S. 66.” from photographer Charles O’Rear as part of the Environmental Protection Agency’s DOCUMERICA project. Check out more O’Rear photos from the project on the National Archives’ flickr page.
The streets take him
out of waking. A lily
under weight of snow,
and in the newspapers cinematic
Grief’s evolution: we can’t
turn up anything, flying
apart from each other
as it demands, the key
jammed in the lock—one
A pyramid culminates in life