T.S. Eliot Procrastinates

I should have been a pair of rugged cufflinks…

…nevertheless I’m reasonably happy, re-reading Guy Debord last night, “The Society of the Spectacle” first published in 1967. To say Debord is prescient is understatement. “At the root of the spectacle lies the oldest of all social divisions of labor, the specialization of power”. (p. 19).

I should have been a handful of stale bread crumbs left over from the chariot battles in The Colosseum, not long after the circus was in the town and the crowd had finally dispersed….

And so very early this morning I stepped on the scale meant to measure certain indispensable activities I was supposed to undertake sometime in the near future, and discovered a bouquet of San Francisco fog waiting for me at the front door.