Obscured

Springtime always makes me think of State College. Worth saying that, where writing is concerned, my years in State College were my apprentice years. Seriously creative people know— to get to the point where you can create what you want to create, years have to be ploughed through of churning out garbage. From 1994 until the spring, specifically, of 1998, I did, in fact, churn out my fair share of garbage in State College. I witnessed the Alternative Revolution tempest at the same time, from State College. The Pumpkins were, also in fact, demi-gods in State College. They were everywhere. Even the football guys. And when To Happy Valley appeared on PennSound in 2024, it got lost in the shuffle a little bit. It shouldn't have, because, in the spring of 1998, I had the most profound creative breakthrough I ever had, at least until Apparition Poems. Over a succession of days in April, I found myself using language to pierce through reality-holes in a way I never had before. The right forms appeared at the right times. My last increment of time in State College, April to Novemeber 1998, was thus, by far the happiest. I passed my own self-imposed Comp Exams. And this is a Pumpkins tune I heard at a party in someone's flat in May, that sent me into a paroxysm of ecstasy. Earth magic and rock magic together. The spring that arrives, and never really leaves.