Placemarkers For Kevin

I am not quite sure how I digest Kevin Costner as Earl Brooks. His character is as methodical as the world around him is messy, and William Hurt always allows me to see the possibilities of the humanist life I might have had as a second wave beatnik if I had been able to walk and fuck better than I actually can. I am still turning this interesting look at psychopathy around while I am off to bed, full of pain killers, not knowing whether loss has defeated me, finally, or if I will yet scuttle through, like the poet Vassar Miller, my dialectical rival.