A link to an older post about the rhetoric and images of "Reaganomics," from my other blog, which concerns politics and language:
http://politicsandlanguage.wordpress.com/2010/05/04/reaganomics-in-the-portmanteau/
The post's title is "Reaganomics in the Portmanteau"
Showing posts with label Reagan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reagan. Show all posts
Friday, October 19, 2012
Monday, April 11, 2011
In Vienna
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In Vienna
How the fuck did I get here? I asked myself.
Winter. Yes, yes: the opera, the history,
the goddamned magnificence. A big so what?
to all of that and more when you're thin
on money, low on rest, and loaded down
with many mistakes you made. Back "home,"
they'd elected Reagan president. That, children,
was a point of no return. Austria is
of great historical importance. Okay, fine,
but I'm hungry, I thought. So I went out,
and I went out, and I found myself a cafe,
which featured a kind of importance I
required--hot food and wine, buzz of
customers, glowing lights and cigarette
smoke, a blond woman with a wry
smile, and a sense of proportion.
Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom
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In Vienna
How the fuck did I get here? I asked myself.
Winter. Yes, yes: the opera, the history,
the goddamned magnificence. A big so what?
to all of that and more when you're thin
on money, low on rest, and loaded down
with many mistakes you made. Back "home,"
they'd elected Reagan president. That, children,
was a point of no return. Austria is
of great historical importance. Okay, fine,
but I'm hungry, I thought. So I went out,
and I went out, and I found myself a cafe,
which featured a kind of importance I
required--hot food and wine, buzz of
customers, glowing lights and cigarette
smoke, a blond woman with a wry
smile, and a sense of proportion.
Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom
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