As in a small flood at a watermain break at minus 20 here yesterday...
Yes, Stephen: a ' poetry of disintegration.' Cf: J G Ballard's The Drowned World.
Doug
On 2011-02-06, at 12:57 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> Basking in San Francisco in 70 degree weather in early February. The world
> really is melting. Upon reading knowable facts, the poetry of the future clearly
> is the poetry of disintegration. Unless our poetry becomes the stones that hold
> back &/or divert the waters. Pyramids and dikes and breakwaters - Everywhere.
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