November 5-6, 1989
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Nov. 7, 1989 -- Brindisi, Italy
Dear Laura Wilson & Shane,
Did Venice yesterday in Thunder & Lightining. We stood on the warped,
sinking mosaic floor of St. Mark's Basilica, where the bones of the
Apostle (Stolen! under a load of pork, beneath the noses of Moslem
customs officers) are interned, and we realized -- more clearly than
at any other time this trip -- that the History of Europe is the
history of man's mental illness. Elaborate, gold-tiled shrines to bones
while the peasants go hungry. A city built on water ... the council
chamber in the Ducal Palace, where the serious matters of state are
conducted, decorated with angels, cherubs, miracles & murders.
A clear inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. Or the past
from the present. It seems Spain is not the only nation over here
celebrating a Proud History of Insanity & Decline!
We are drunk! Waiting since 9am this morn (5pm now) for our
10:30pm ferry ... We will stay drunk until our ship weighs
anchor and sails across ancient trade routes to sounds our
forefathers never heard, to the womb of Western Civilization: Greece!