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BOOK: “Hell’s Angels” by Hunter S. Thompson
Hell’s Angels by Hunter S. ThompsonMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Publisher Site – Penguin
This, the first published book of Hunter S. Thompson, is said to be from his pre-Gonzo period, but it bears many of the hallmarks Thompson would later be famous for: inventive colorful language, immersion in scenes of debauchery, and insight into the American cultural landscape.
The book is part exposé of the Hell’s Angels motorcycle gang, an organization shrouded in a reputation that was as much myth as reality and whose tightknit inner circle made obtaining an accurate picture a challenge. It would take someone as fearless / crazy as Thompson to get close enough to learn about the gang and then to tell enough truth to make at least some of the members unhappy.
The book also takes the temperature of America and reports on what ails the country. One might think this would not be worth reading, given that its insight of America is from the late sixties (it came out in ’67.) However, as I read the penultimate chapter, I was surprised to find how much of what was being said could be seen as prophetic. Thompson wrote about the Angels not as a romantic throwback to wild west outlaws (as many saw them,) but as a class of people who were ill-equipped to make a living in an ever more technologically advanced America, leaving them with little money and loads of resentment. He wrote of them as “prototypes,” and his description connects up to the latest model. It was at that point that I started seeing Thompson not only as a brilliant creative writer, but — perhaps — as a prophet.
I’d highly recommend this book for anyone curious about the Hell’s Angels or American outlaws, more generally.
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“Inspired by Late Spring” by Ye Cai [w/ Audio]
Sparrows cast on my desk their shadows in pair,
And willow down falls in my inkstone here and there.
Sitting by the window, I read the Book of Change,
Not knowing when has Spring gone, I only feel strange.
Note: This is the joint translation of Xu Yuanchong and Xu Ming found in the Golden Treasury of Quatrains and Octaves (a Bilingual edition of 千家诗 “Thousands of Poems”) on which they collaborated (i.e. China Publishing Group: Beijing (2008) p. 40)
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PROMPT: Change
Daily writing prompt
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
If I can spark the occasional smile of amusement or trigger a line of thought once in a while, that’s enough. In the long run, it’s all dust. (That latter commentary was more on the thought-provoking than the amusing side of the equation.)
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Cold Spring [Haiku]
Syllables Matter [Lyric Poem]
Sometimes the syllables matter:
It meant to say, “Stow cars away
Someplace that is not here.”
But just one unfortunate break
Is all it takes to make it say:
“Middling Monarchs are Banned.”
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“His steady sails he never furls” by Henry David Thoreau [w/ Audio]
His steady sails he never furls
At any time o' year,
And perching now on Winter's curls,
He whistles in his ear
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PROMPT: Alternate Universe
There are flying cars here. I fear my death will be by chucked beer bottle.
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Balance [Haiku]
one-legged crow squats
to explode into flight;
false alarm!
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