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From: "Douglas Barbour" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, October 27, 2008 12:03 PM
Subject: Re: Rev. "Nightlight" and "Greenspan Admits Error"
> All three were fine, Fred, but I truly enjoyed the way this one got to
> its not-anti-climax. And the tone of her observational stance.
> As for 'Greenspan Admits Error,' well, that's an image growing that will
> stick. Ah, how noble & blind we/they were, & how could it happen on their
> On 26-Oct-08, at 4:29 PM, Frederick Pollack wrote:
Thanks, Doug. -- "Nightlight" was a challenge; I wanted to keep the B-movie
spectacle in the background, the archaeologist's disgusted voice (with which
I identify) almost occluded by it but not quite. Italics helped, as did
switching to the assistant (as you saw) at the end. -- Greenspan a
fascinating character. Could have been a jazz musician; studied at
Juilliard, played for a year with Stan Getz. To do justice to all that
vanity, self-hatred, resentment, flattery, courtiership, and
power-sickness - in his 40-year relationship with Ayn Rand, to start with -
would require a novelist's talent, or a narrative scope I wasn't willing to
attempt. Instead I found this one Little Shop of Horrors image. Which has
been further compressed:
Greenspan Admits Error
Those of us who have looked to the
self-interest of lending institutions to protect shareholders' equity,
myself included, are in a state of shocked disbelief.
A. G., October
The blight appeared where the farthest branch
curled at the ceiling. Soon the leaves,
with their many greens and stunning reds
and crowns of spikes, were drooping
and had closed on no food.
By dawn, the bulbs that crested the loam
had shrunk, revealing undigested bones;
the familiar smell had changed.
The old man, neat as always, grieved
but (once a positivist) sought
to name the pathos that he felt.
A plant had tried to better itself;
to become, with his help, an *effective
predator ... As servants
disposed of the mess, he gazed,
sighing, upon hills and villages,
quiet without animals or children,
and puttered a few years among his orchids.