We bought an Underground Gourmet.
It was a good way to learn the city.
Through neighborhood restaurants.
Places we could go on our bicycles,
or on the bus. Irascible “Razz” Heap
went out to the charcuterie for forcemeats.
No, that was Year Three, after I became
the houseperson in the home, and a writer.
Now I was a student, studying for my qualifying exams.
Going to Anthropology Department parties. Presenting myself.
Lucky Mud laminates their business cards because they give them away
in bars but I don’t because I can write a 45-minute presentation
on the back of one. I’m not just a list writer,
I’m a business card writer.
I write on the back of them.
I wear a white, bossman hardhat.
My card says, Jack the Raver, Business Card Writer.
The business of business is show business. Is culture.
Is manipulating the culture. Managing the zeitgeist.
Managing the zeitgeist since September 1971.
If you do something long enough you get good at it.
Just through practice. Application. Perseverance.
The fool who persists in his folly becomes wise.
Who writes business cards? I read banned books
and sometimes I write them. I write bumper stickers.
Jock Straps Do It in their Sweat Socks.
Archeologists Do It Until Their Back Hurts.
I was trained as a dirt archeologist. Sometimes I call myself
the salvage archeologist of the Mall Builder culture.
I review the Book Mail Art show at the Bay County Public Library.
