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...wouldn't fire. My father stood in the field with the buffalo, watching for the plane to pass so he could unhitch the buffalo. But suddenly four planes of the F-4H type flew over and immediately released their bombs. The bombs destroyed my village. All six houses burnt and a bomb fell about fifteen meters from where my father was ploughing, causing the blown-up earth and the shrapnel to kill my father instantly...
...Richard Wilson, lights burnt at both ends...
...Saturday morning and the hard-core "Boggers" are warming up for the weekend's festivities. Two burly, bearded men stand in a smoldering fire of upturned garbage cans and old tires, long knives strapped to their thighs, drinking beer. Behind them lies the burnt-out hulk of the weekend's first sacrifice, an old sedan of indefinable lineage. Rising out into the bright night sky, thick acrid bellows of smoke reach for the high-scudding clouds. A spectral group of dancers passes by, cavorting to the raucous notes of a kazoo. Men and women are madly intertwined in their grimy...
...York Times I will read that one stolen Greyhound bus and 11 cars, four of which were stolen, were burnt. I will read that Emerson Fittapaldi, who placed 4th in the race, won his 3rd Grand Prix Driving Championship, the cumulative point total of all the races run this year, and makes over $1,000,000 a year. I will read about the crashes and laptimes, mechanical failures and prize money. But the people of that instant city of 105,000 have now disappeared, their lives unrecorded, back into the bowels of America. And the drivers will continue defining their...
Competing Manias. This elemental tale is played out against a backdrop of the here and now. Heroin brings the Viet Nam War home to a sunny California filled with burnt-out cases from the '60s: deracinated hippies, faded gurus, old people driven mad by the gap between promise and truth. This Western strip of civilization has become a collection of competing manias, and its traces-rooming houses, motels, highways-are perched on the edge of primitive wilderness. Driving out of Los Angeles, Hicks comments on the quick change of scenery: "Go out for a Sunday spin...