If I think it, I say it.
If I say it, I write it.
If I write it, I publish it.
So reading The Daily By-Catch is like
letting a spirochete encyst itself
in your brain. You'll never see
the world the same again.
You'll see it through my temperament.
Warped, twisted, a-skew. I was bent
by the circumstances that formed me.
This is what it's like to be a Herman Melville writer
in an Oprah Winfrey culture. A fish out of water.
A large fish. A white leviathan. What happened to Moby-Dick
after he sank the Pequod by ramming it with his head.
He got his bell wrung. That's it. That's all. That's what happened.
I wanted to do this, I hoped to do that. It didn't pan out. The old blues songs
and laments. Tales of longing and regret. I have a headache.