College Years
A gloomy gus amidst the upstate snow.
Then the meanderings, the wandering to college, and the fractious mess that had come before finally blew apart. There were and , but little knowledge and less intelligence. There was a lot of fuss at the time about manhood, and I was chewed up in it, even to the point of writing a letter to Robert Bly - there were women who ran with the wolves, and I felt emasculated by them, all that sexual pressure building up, the sense of constant guilt and awfulness about every token desire. My was a child’s vision of what it takes to be a man, but I was looking for some model, some picture.
At about 21 I began to crave normalcy, and quiet, and sanity.