All metaphors are, eventually, false, inaccurate, distortians of reality. Reality itself is a distortion. Frost–the conservative–said as much.
–after Julio Cortazar
E N T I T L E D
LET’S DRINK AND FUCK
Elizabethton, Tennessee, 1929
Desperately Seeking My Name is Not Susan
Farewell Adios to the Americano