An uncontrolled mass vision
Of catastrophe, apostrophe possessive
Noun, resounding symphonic cacophony,
Bearing down to terminal velocity:
Ground zero, patient zero, till zero.
A wellspring of lucidity,
One third of the world’s population,
A tattoo on our wrists, underneath the watch-band,
Reminding us not to panic.
Originally posted on The Past, Present, and Future::
Do you like American literature? I like American literature. Don’t you like American literature baby? Ok, I think you get the idea…. The Violent Femmes can have their song back now. I suppose they’ll want to change the words back too. I do like American literature, though. That’s why the Americans have garnered a spot in my lost influences. When it comes to American literature, three of my favorite authors are Mark Twain, Ernest Hemingway, and Edgar Allan Poe. Given that my favorite metaphor for writing is entering the dark cave in my mind, I suppose it shouldn’t be much of a surprise that my lost influences involve two writers who included caves in their writing, and one who wrote about dark themes. From a dark cave along the mighty Mississippi (The Adventures of Tom Sawyer), to a cave tucked away in a Spanish pine forest (
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These aren’t stars they’re galaxies,
Colliding, over all we see,
Titans shining sea to sea,
Across our every memory,
Hoping we will always be,
All we need, you and me.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
“And again the Lord said to Raphael: ‘Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light. And on the day of the great judgment he shall be cast into the fire.” – Enoch 10: 4–6