JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK, Nothing But The Work
Reflecting On Twenty Years In The Trenches Of Personal Journalism
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.
—Joan Didion
I was more than likely pitched up at a podunk bar in Middletown DE when I wrote I HATE ROCK AND ROLL for the Philadelphia IMC’s Wire—smoking Gauloises in aviators with a pitcher of Margarita, every circular and free rag I could find in piles around me and sportsball on the TV above. Believe it or not, as good and grand as my Hunter Thompson-dreams were, they pale in comparison to what actually happened. That is that I’d be in your employ, taking in enough from donations and subscriptions to take a day off from the coffee shop and spend it banging down keys at the screen […]
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