Civilization & Its Dispossessed

(or, Ellison’s Cruel Optimism) So many hard times ... Sleepin’ on motel floors, Knockin’ on my brother’s door, Eatin’ spam, and Oreos, And drinkin’ Thunderbird, baby ... — Baby Huey, “Hard Times” ... although, in an age so fantastical, I would hesitate to say precisely what a fantasy is. — James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time… Continue reading Civilization & Its Dispossessed