SUNDAY SERMON I
In these godless days of the year 2009, of which a quarter has already been gnawed away by the dredging samsara of day to day, week to week workhorse life…
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SCREED FROM THE ROAD #4
Sagebrush became herds of buffalo stirring on the shoulder of the narrowing road, leafless trees jumped to life like scarecrows flinging themselves at the Jeep in my tainted peripheral vision…
Tagged from the road, John DickSUPERBOWL XLIII
SUPERBOWL XLIII, THE EPITOME OF THE ELECTRIFIED AMERICAN ARENA & THE DEBAUCHED WORLD OF SPORTS TODAY…WHAT ARE MILLION DOLLAR ADS GOOD FOR WHEN NOBODY HAS ANY MONEY? …WELCOME TO THE GENERATION OF THE UNEMPLOYED & IN DEBT. Yes, once again Super Sunday has rolled through and left a path of shameless overpriced advertising and a [...]
Tagged John DickSUPERBOWL XLIII, THE EPITOME OF THE ELECTRIFIED AMERICAN ARENA & THE DEBAUCHED WORLD OF SPORTS TODAY?WHAT ARE MILLION DOLLAR ADS GOOD FOR WHEN NOBODY HAS ANY MONEY??WELCOME TO THE GENERATION OF THE UNEMPLOYED & IN DEBT. Yes, once again Super Sunday has rolled through and left a path of shameless overpriced advertising and a glittering [...]
END OF 2008 SCREED
BAD NEWS AT THE END OF A DOOMED MISTAKE OF A PRESIDENCY… ISRAEL IS STILL BURNING, WHAT PALESTINIANS?…GAS UP NOW …BUSINESS AS USUAL IN CHICAGO…RUSSIA STILL WANTS AMERICA TO CRUMBLE…GOOD LUCK BARACK… The past year of our absent lord, Two Thousand and Eight, in this sliding American landscape will forever stand as a period of [...]
Tagged John DickSCREED FROM THE ROAD # 3:
THE RANGER TAKES AN UNHOLY TURN …FUCK YOU BILLINGS & MAY TOP-TECH AUTO BURN DOWN INTO THE INBRED SOIL FROM WHICH IT SPROUTED. A week in an off-the-map ancient ski town, Rossland, B.C., which lies just above the scrawny neck of Idaho, was a great escape from the over-trodden billion dollar-mountains we’d been riding the [...]
Tagged from the road, John Dick#8: SCREED FROM LOS OSOS…THE SENTIMENTALITY OF A STRANDED SEAL…R.I.P. PEPÉ
It was a few days after Las Vegas so our frayed nerves were still raw as we tried to get back to ‘normal’ while we were enjoying the first stint of laid-back camping on the California Coast. Los Osos, the name of a quaint water-edge town what meant the bears, but of course the last [...]
Tagged from the road, Johnny Dick, prose, prose poetry, thought shardsSCREED FROM THE (END OF THE) ROAD #15
PORTLAND, OR…PLANTING ROOTS IN A MOSSY NEW STOMPING GROUND By now most of you, whoever you are, must be thinking that I’m dead, burnt to a crisp in a car crash on a deserted highway or at least a quadriplegic from a cliff diving accident or something, but no, I’m at least still half alive [...]
Tagged John DickPLATFORM OF MY PITH
(A MISPLACED FLASHBACK FROM WINTRY UGLINESS IN MILWAUKEE) “I am guilty, Lord, but I am also a lover – and I am one of your best people, as you know; and yea tho I have walked in many strange shadows and acted crazy from time to time and even drooled on many High Priests, I [...]
Tagged essays, John DickSCREED FROM THE ROAD #1
WESTWARD HO…THE COLD BACKHANDED SLAP OF REAL WINTER…THIN-SKINNED MIDWESTERNERS WOULDN’T SURVIVE OUT HERE…THE CRYOGENICALLY FROZEN PRESIDENT AND THE SAD STATE OF THE UNION From the frozen Canadian metropolis of Calgary, Alberta, the time has finally come for an initial assessment of this launch across, around, and out of the great American landscape. Finally breaking out [...]
Tagged John DickPlatform of My Pith
Pith, the moral fiber of a plant, conflict or commitment…, the brutal act of severing the spinal cord of farm animals, slashing the lifeline of vegetation, beast or mankind. Vulnerability tucked away deep into the fleshy core of a breathing vehicle, shielded by the façade of protection, whether it’s leafy green, unprocessed leather or thin [...]
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