360-degree Hieronymus-Bosch-panoramas of / Altamont Speedway at night lodged in the memory / worth more than a drawer full of rotten apples.

THE WHITE CITY   A grainy sequence in uncertain light somewhere down by the harbor looking through a dirty hotel window into a sullen overcast...

  One fought his silence here for days. Just like a word one lay and waited for sense, the swerve of speech. And one might bump into his eyes, anchored as...