Pynchon and Dionysus in Rosamond’s Woodstock Labyrinth

Crazy Trump and his ignorant followers are trying to destroy Bohemianism.

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No one can rip a man’s mask off, like the woman that loves and loved him.

Yesterday I was forced to look at a hard fact, being, after Gloria Ehlers left me for my bartender, I was never the same. I went mad and became a full blown drunk. Indeed, you can say I was Dionysus Unveiled. Alas you know who the phantom of the Rosamond Opera is.

When Gloria moved out of our house, and in with Frank, I and my loyal friends went looking for another bar. We moved into the Hut where I used to get shit-faced drunk with Stephen Kupka of the Tower of Power. Steve was a roadie for the Loading Zone who had a great horn section. Steve suggested the Power get one themselves.

In the photo of Mary Ann and I in front of the church singing Amazing Grace with Bryan McLean, is…

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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