Cream Psychosis
Mary Walling Blackburn
The lumpen and the miscreant walk a long, long way together into a bar. That bar is a landmass, is an empire, is an institution, a painter, is insistent laughter through death. Deep gallows (sometimes humor) built for survival. The lumpen are kin to that famous glom of the proletariat. The miscreant treads earth in overlapping circles.
It begins near the annals of the Arkansas Lunatic Asylum, March 1883. In the 1990s, a scholarship kid meanders with inescapable difficulty through Northeastern boarding schools. Conspiring sugar planters, descendants of missionaries, overthrow indigenous Hawai’i in 1893. A child learns how to split screens: hardcore film, documentary, destruction, and queer care in Times Square and in SROs in 1970s Salt Lake City. Archeological digs, nuclear plants, and horrors of predation collide. California crumbles through the decades into the smog and sea. In 2020, all over, protestors meet BORTAC-trained soldiers under skies choked with propellors and noxious propellants.
Facing a dying nation, Blackburn insists on showing volumes of teeming, vibrant, miscreant life. The essays and works collected here are movies of America in parallax view. A deep bucket list for surviving the lumbering empires and their long-range off-gasses. Reading the texts inside can be a wide-awake, meditative, sometimes gruesome trip. Existing alongside them is also outrageously enjoyable. No reader will be left unscathed!
