Summer misery

My last two Friday newsletters have referenced the late summer misery of September. (See: “The cruelest month.”) From “The Birds are in misery”: It is so miserable in Texas right now that I’ve taken to reciting Werner Herzog’smonologue from Les Blank’s Burden of Dreams: “The trees here are in misery and the birds are in misery. I don’t think they sing. They just screech in pain…. It’s an unfinished country. It’s still prehistorical. The only thing that is lacking is the dinosaurs here. It’s like a curse weighing on an entire landscape. And whoever goes too deep into this has his share of that curse. So we are cursed with what we are doing here. It’s a land that God, if he exists, has created in anger…. Taking a close look at what’s around us, there is some kind of harmony, but it is the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder. And we in comparison to the articulate vileness and baseness and obscenity… we in comparison to that enormous articulation, we only sound and look like…