Slouching

(toward Winnipeg)

This substack (was) is called Slouching.

The famous poem Second Coming by Irish poet Yeats says, “The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity,” which sounds like he was predicting Twitter, sorry - X.

(me with Nika)

And then he yammers on about some biblical Revelation-style vision thing and ends with, “And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”

So, I stole the title from him.

The poem was written in 1919, and I think his copyright ran out long ago.

My Slouching is more about a general bad posture type take on life.

I wanted to call it Slouching toward Winnipeg, my hometown, the likely source of the nurture portion of my character, and where a knocked-up babysitter gave me up for adoption all those years ago.

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(Okay, I changed the title to Freedom to Offend so people can be prepared. )