If you want real Southern gothic…
by Jack Grant…go read Velociman’s musings at his weblog, Velociworld. Where else but in blogworld can one run across this description:
Now, the Senator loved himself a good piss when he was in the throes of Canadian whisky, so much so that he would ensconce himself upon the terlit (he sat to pee. How weird is that?) and have a good little nap, Marlboro butt a smoking in his limp fingers. This wasn’t his normal state of nature, of course, he being a rather formidable and erect, stiff-backed sort of man as a rule, but of a weekend he could let the hair down, if a crewcut can do that sort of thing.
The topic and denouement of this short, short tale may strike some as vulgar, but one must understand that vulgarity is and has always been an undercurrent of the Society (capitalization intentional) of the South. Read and learn, because Velociman’s writings about “the Senator” reveal the true nature of the South past, a history we need to learn from, for both its virtues and its faults, and Velociman captures the mood perfectly in a way that is all too rare for me in my attempts.
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Why, thank you, Jack. I take that mighty kindly, sir.
By velociman on 08.20.06 15:49