The Tower of Babel How the Fall of Man found us in the Age of Terror

Sessions with Horace, volume III A Life of Easter, volume IV

by Tommy Anthony


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Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 4/9/2010

Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 256
ISBN : 9781450067867
Format : Hardcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 256
ISBN : 9781450067874
Format : E-Book
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 256
ISBN : 9781450067881

About the Book

The Tower of Babel , How the Fall of Man found us in the Age of Terror, or Old and Burnt-Out is the next chapter in the Life of Easter, the literary saga in scrapbook memoirs of a mysterious yet familiar freethinking young dude named Eugene Baxter. Toking his way from New Mexico to Milwaukee to Las Vegas and back to Milwaukee, Eugene tells it how it is about love, existentialism, 9/11, Iraq, drugs, religion, friendship, and poetry. Horace is back and so is Miriam plus a baby and along comes Molly and a bunch of cats and a dog and it’s all one happy crappy American home at the turn of the Millennium. The Tower of Babel is that man-made temple erected so high and mighty that it might compete with God, only to fall in the footsteps of its indignity’s own excrement, scattering the once universal Word into a myriad of confused tongues, forever corrupting man’s ability to comprehend and communicate. God is only a word until the Word becomes the substitute for God and God being the Word becomes the substitute and Man just writes a lot of goddamned books. Liberty lies literature libel lust betrayal slander hope sex romantic youth dreams Midwest mid-twenties artsy fartsy reefer headed intellectual bullshit American Schwag campy codependent ironic passive aggressive pussy-licking travelling folk nightly news nightgown bedroom blue eyes in that Chevrolet with the top rolled down and the radio blasting dust and classic hits nothing but highway baseball-eyed and pseudo-sentimental biblical blowjob bleeding heart flag-fucking flapjacks and miles and miles of red brick and cement and endless wires dancing friendship like a religion and love a lost distraction in esoteric allegories about a certain strawberry blonde with twin towers of her own on the other end of the phone on the other side of the world on the next page in the next world right now right where you’re standing your life is being fictionalized by God into so many trashy rhymeless parables.


About the Author

dreamy tortured writer thirty-something forever young kinky hopeless romantic wine-drinking non-golfer dog-loving cat-person occultist secret society man student tutor school teacher artist traveler happy camper coffee addict tree-hugging libertarian stubborn pacifist conspiracy theorist Midwestern pisces poet son of a bitch recovering Catholic Gnostic Christian Taoist Deadhead Milwaukee Brewers fan sado-maso-hedonistic panty-sniffing motherfucker with a BA in English (Creative Writing) from UW-Milwaukee and some poems published in various big and small presses and many various other essays and novels still in the womb waiting to be baptized in print.