What legacy was the energy of this man, what fate!
His momentum was the Earth, it’s
rotation a force of the technologies of the
universe collaborating towards a singularity!
Where all things connect- subatomic madness abated.
Order in such simple form- now
a perfect endless annual symphony.
The greatest thinkers of our day, the very thought leaders whose contributions to the world of literature and letters that shape the minds of our best and brightest are falling falling falling to time.
This August first we lost the last of the great crusaders in a long line of intellectuals and authors, Gore Vidal.
He had a long history in his 86 years of breaking with traditional fiction of the times. Of his 25 novels, 2 memoirs, volumes of essays, plays, television dramas and screenplays it was his early titles that were by account of many critics considered riske compared to his contemporaries at the time. He paved the way for honesty in the pages of a novel- and was a pioneer who revealed truth, however unwanted was at the time.
He twice ran for office in 1960 when he was the Democratic Congressional candidate for the 29th District in upstate NY, campaigning as aggressively in California as Caesar himself in Gaul- but lost at both attempts.
Gore Vidal was one of the last of the great Titans of the written word and truthfully I fear for fiction and it’s audiences around the globe.
In life man seeks the
uncertainty of the morrow
with hope and the
knowledge of defeated
yesterdays hallow ring
still resounding deep
in his ear. He looks
abreast for an extra step
amidst the pace of a
great march and seeks
the solace of a
new next day.
It is this great march
that keeps the nature
of the beast foraging.
Bursting forth. Giving
rise to the new next days
Bergamot laced, of heaven
descended amongst the connoisseurs
of the novel intelligentsia;
the god class.
Rough aqua powdery perfection
a release and dissemination of
the muscle cramp conveyances
Luxury; liquid sex; a
non-wine port; desire objectified.
The boy stood alone to the sun,
It’s rays touched his face;
He said to the sun he wasn’t afraid