Skunk Hour
...nature’s ailing state, but most of all informs that human habitation on earth is decadent. From this general, social image, the poet draws a more personal and reflectional image. He sets out on a journey up the “hill’s skull”. He looks for “love-cars”. “Careless love” is not only an action of people, but also of the cars themselves. This emphasizes the mechanical and automotive type of love in the world, and the poet is a part of it. His mind is “not right” and he says: “I myself am hell, nobody’s here - only skunks” – this means that the poet, although a part of this decaying reality, understands its wickedness and decay. He is, as a human being alone in this conclusion, accompanied only by the skunks that “will not scare”. The ani...