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Point and Shoot, Florida (YU)--Whenever one door closes, another door opens.
There's no such thing as closure. It's a dialectic.
An ongoing process.
Thesis generates antithesis. The two compete. A synthesis results.
But
synthesis becomes the new thesis, which generates an antithesis.
Heap thought
when the XO left the dig it was going to be smooth sailing. Happy days.
Lo and behold, come the fall, the XO was right back in the driver's seat and Heap
and Brenda were on the PI's shit list. Out in the cold.
Then, Chief took
Heap and Brenda on as his students. Chief took them under his wing. Chief helped
them get into Tulane, which had an accelerated PhD program. FSU only had a masters
degree program. That was good. That was positive.
Then Lyndon Johnson decided
not to run, Nixon got in, and the Great Society turned into the Niggardly Society.
That was bad. That was negative.
But Heap stole the last year of his NDEA
fellowship and became a writer. That was good.
But Heap wrote for 35 years
without selling a word to New York or Hollywood. That was bad.
But Heap
is American's greatest living unpublished, or underpublished writer, perhaps the
greatest unpublished, or underpublished American writer ever. That is good.
You see how this goes.
Predict next term in sequence.
You can't.
Or, beware when you're gettin' all you want. A fattenin' hog ain't in luck.
Heap was suspicious of good fortune, flush times, there was such a thing as the business
cycle, bad times were just ahead, around the next turn.
But if you were in
bad times, better times were just ahead.
He had made it through the dot-come
boom. And the dot-com bust.
Would the economy improve? Would the good high-tech,
high-income jobs come back?
Heap's writing career seemed to be going better.
Would that continue?
He seemed to have more opportunities as time went on.
Regardless of how the economy did. In fact, in bad times, writers like Heap flourished.
Bad times were good for writers like Heap. People sought answers. For what happened.
What happened?
Shit happens.
Bushwa blues, baby. Fuck the middle
class. The only war is class warfare, and Heap was in the lower class. If there's
a lower class I am in it. They are not our friend. Dem.
It was the lower
class versus dem, the MFWICs.
Motherfuckers-what's-in-charge.