Funfiltered Episode #031 - "A Florid, Pointless Exercise"

Hi hi hi, draugai. Pfidze in presence. Because Mr Kettle is in quote, pursuit of sedentary rapture, unquote, he asks me to go through his archive and choose poems and memories and reflectives for blurb-stuffing. So this is such.----------March 27, 1983Mabel has gone home. In vain were my efforts to keep buoyant the honeymoon weekend. I will be the first - in this case, second - to admit that Wolverhampton is not Paris. But the deal needed closing and who needs the damn French anyway?I have composed a tone prose in dishonour of the experience.ANHEDONIA (A WOLVERHAMPTON WEEKEND):The only thing for which to hope is hope itself. The people of Anhedonia no longer live. They bear the load with clouded eyes, sallow skin and interiors once decorated with dreams. They don't eat. They feed. They don't make love. They rut because nature compels. They touch. But they don't feel.Strangers are bade by an array of miseries. Pills and poisons. Wounds of all shades and voids of all diameters. Hugh's daughter drowned at a pool-party and the grief pushed his wife to the grave. Sheila bet her inheritance on the horses. Jeremy came here for business and thought he’d kill two birds with one stone and instead kill- (PFIDZE HERE - CANNOT COPY NEXT TEN LINES BECAUSE INK BLOTCHED) All prayers are forgotten in Anhedonia. The churches here are pharmacies.Sodium floods the alleyways,The drains deploy the stench,The drizzle becomes a torrent,The dirt defies the drench,The future shrinks against the tide,Receding in their stares,The children trog and trick and treatAnd trade their youth for wares.I think I may retire here,I’ll quickly settle in,For while this town is wretched,It's home for suff’rin’s kin,I’ll pitch a tent on Zig-Zag RoadAnd contemplate the ruin,The air aching with aimless painAnd easy murder brewin’,The anguish willn’t overwhelmFor I’ll be apathetic,Hell is not a scorching blade,It's just an anaesthetic.Oh God, I think my marriage is over.----------Thank you for this week. Hear from us again next.