chillley0212

@@@@@I find out what's wrong and bango I'm happy and go back to Chicago and spawn children and terrorize ten thousand people in whatever factory my father decides to give meListen, if you're cured, everything you've gone through, everything you've learned is pointless And if you don't go you're just going to get sicker Only I don't feel sicksuperior, I don't give a damn, I'm just waiting aroundHe doesn't know the answer himself, hardly caresFor months there is very little in his head beyond the surface reactions, the amusement and the boredom When the war in Europe starts, he decides to get into the Canadian Air Force but his night vision is not quite good enoughHe has been thinking in terms of leaving New York, and he finds he cannot bear to remain in itThere are nights when he goes off by himself, and wanders through Brooklyn or the Bronx, taking buses or elevated trains to the end of the route, exploring along the quiet streetsMore often he walks through the slums at night, savoring the particular melancholy of watching an old woman sitting on her concrete stoop, her dull eyes reflecting on the sixty, seventy years of houses like this and streets like this, the flat sad echo of children's voices rebounding from the unyielding asphalt It swells into movement again, and through a friend he gets a job as an organizer for a union in an upstate cityThere is a month of organizer's school, and then a winter of working in a factory, signing men upFor after the majority is achieved and the union recognized, the leaders make a decision not to strike Hearn, you don't understand, you can't afford to give a condemnation, you're just a dilettante in labor, and things that seem simple to you aren't Well, what's the use of building up the union if we're not going to strike? This way it's just dues out of the pay envelopes Listen, I know this outfit we're up againstIf we strike they'll drop their recognition, fire the lot of us, and pull in a bunch of scabs, this's a mill town, don't forget And we'll throw them right up against the NLRB Sure, and after eight months there'll be a decision in our favor, and what the hell are the men going to do in the meantime? Then why have started the union, and given the men all that bullshit? Because of higher politics? You don't know enough about it to judgeThe CIO would have been in here next year, Starkley's outfit, Red all the way throughYou've got to build fences, you're being a kid about it, you want everything simple, do this and get that, well, I'll tell you it won't work that way, you got to build a fence around those boys The editorship is out, and this too, and the others, he realizesA dilettante skipping around sewersEverything is crapped up, everything is phony, everything curdles when you touch i