“Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll’dAround their shores”–William Blake, “America: A Prophecy” I spent the summer of 1982, the entire summer, stuck in a small town in central Texas, forced there by my betters. I was meant to discover, as my predecessors had, that “I didn’t want to work for a…
Month: November 2019
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