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2009/4/4 Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]>
> Boolean Nights Sonnet
>
> "boolean night and hurtled paths"
> --Alan Sondheim
>
> Do not crawl gentle into that. Good night and good
> night. I prithee, search out the dead cell phones, bid
> them rise. How useless of us, how endlessly we barrel
> down the nation's highways, as though dawn never
>
> cracketh. Rumble strips rouse us from our naps, our
> circadian tricycles. Our meditations safely lodged up
> on the shelves above the sink, we close the shutters,
> let senescent rabbis shuffle the deck and deal. Late-
>
> night mail arrives, nth delivery of the day, but, down
> the river there, mail comes early or never. Gathering
> tribes have got all day to sort things out, to compile
> their dance suites, their lists of obligations to future,
>
> unformed generations. We're out of luck, my friends,
> but something yet might happen--tonight or tomorrow.
>
>
>
> Hal
>
> Halvard Johnson
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Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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