Well 'wannabe muses' can't dare anything any more, Hal, but their
luminaries do, you par exemple. That final couplet an arc of irony in
flames... (& it hurts to admit, for a believwer in modernism's
possibilities (still....
Doug
On 23-Apr-07, at 9:26 PM, Halvard Johnson wrote:
> Landscape near a Landfill
>
>
> Addicted to fog and roiling seas, to dark Moroccan streets
> and scorching deserts, we wondered what she saw in him.
>
> Obligate anaerobes mingle with pearly everlastings, and yet,
> theory weary true believers produce more words every day
>
> than wannabe muses dared to hope, black jobless figures
> at historical lows. How many words must a man put down
>
> before you can call him a man? Mom and pop therapists
> convene in Decatur, Illinois—deep clashes of intuition,
>
> bad news for novelists. Our steam engine, the microchip.
> We hitched our star to a falling wagon, depending on
>
> your point of view. Generous Americans dropping peanut
> butter and jelly sandwiches on Afghan wastelands, miles off-
>
> target. Dangerously prolific, modernism’s project comes to rest
> at last in a field of biblical prophecy, finally open to question.
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>
>
> Hal
>
> Halvard Johnson
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