Drift Fishing

 

I saw Knife in the Water

at an art theater in Lake Worth, Florida,

in 1965.  Think of the theater in The Last

Picture Show.  Frederick Exley was writing

Pages from a Cold Island on Singer Island.

I watched pro football with my brother Bill.

We fished for mahi mahi.  Schooly dolphin.

I think it cost $15 to go out on a drift boat

if you brought your own tackle.  Bait was free.

I think of the Florida Girl out of Destin.

 

 

 

 

The idea of Florida in the American literary imagination.

Anne Rowe.  The idea of drift fishing.  IBM made a small,

desktop computer I called Big Red, the Snapping Pussy of Doom.

Vagina dentata.  All she got was a red snapper.

Snail operculum earrings in the court of Louis Seize.

Tiny bombs the size of pearls.  Pry them out, like BBs.

Oil clean-up nearly finished, draw down workers.

No enema for you, you naughty boy.

Enema vérité.  What you see

on the end of the fork when

you really look.  Compare Naked Lunch.

Compare Last Exit to Brooklyn.

Compare City of Night.

I would compare Generation of Strainers:

A Life on Paper to Naked Lunch, Last Exit

to Brooklyn, and City of Night.

 


 

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