Second
Thoughts
A home for personal meditations, critiques of art and literature, politics, sketches, and deconstructions that dive beneath the surface of thought. Experiment with form here, relate with current events, read and talk about a book you’ve never read or perhaps want to read, and criticize something, anything, everything.
Subversive Surrealism: From Breton to Teletubbies
It makes sense that work geared toward the very young would be more surreal, as children (especially preverbal children) engage with the world in a pretty surreal way. To the very young, concepts we take for granted, like cause and effect and object permanence, are unfounded. The makers of Teletubbies worked hard to craft a show that approached scenarios in a way that felt natural to toddlers. What the show lacked in rationality, it made up for in aural and visual play. Like the whimsically amorphous figures painted by surrealist Joan Miro, the teletubbies and crew drift stochastically through their liminal environment, abiding by a logic typically restricted to our dreams.
Bruce Springsteen’s Americana
There is something that I hold so dearly about the version of America that I can find in Springsteen's music. A world of working class struggle, an acknowledgment of the pain and suffering inflicted on the men and women of this country, but a celebration of it nonetheless. A real, true love for America and the people who put the hard work into making it run. It’s something I feel the need to protect and to guard from those who want to destroy the very thing his music holds dear.
A (Very Polluted) River Runs Through It
While the list of dangerously polluted waterways in the U.S. is extensive, few have captured the American imagination quite like Brooklyn’s Gowanus Canal. Sometimes frothy, sometimes covered in a nacreous scrim that one imagines peeling off like skin over scalded milk, the 1.8 mile canal’s infamous water is a wellspring of dark humor and incredulous facts.
The Mundanity of Apocalypse à la Centralia Pennsylvania
Last summer, I finally made the drive up from Philadelphia to Centralia. Reddit posts warn that little draw remains. Gone are the pits spewing white smoke that Bill Bryson described in A Walk in the Woods while commenting that Centralia is “the strangest, saddest town I believe I have ever seen.” The stretch of Route 61, cordoned off due to the fires and transformed by taggers into a shifting canvas affectionately named "Graffiti Highway,” was buried in 2020.
Jesse Welles and the Resurrection of Artistic Confidence
He’s scruffy-haired, 5’7”, dresses in the clothes my grandfather used to wear, and seems to forever breathe through a harmonica. His name is Jesse Welles, a 32-year-old folk-singer, songwriter, and poet whose backwater presentation is rooted in his working-class, Ozark, Arkansas upbringing. He has been hailed by many as the Bob Dylan of the new generation. I believe he’s the reincarnation.