sic on it, the cameras: witch-green greasepaint canopy—pan down: the thick bamboo latticetwine-bound—pan down: dirt with rags to gag up,
California as land’s end, world’s end: It collapses underneath the weight of such a reading, as it must. It reveals the limits of our history—demographic history, social history, history of technology, our sense of this place as final...
Portraying the dreams and myths of a nation through baseball.
Nobody knows what anythingmeans anymore.Sea-turtles run inlandat birth.
They are notimaginary butaccessible onlyintermittently.
