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First Written | 2008 |
Genre | Poetry |
Origin | US |
Publisher | Knopf |
ISBN-10 | 0307267636 |
ISBN-13 | 978-0307267634 |
My Copy | Hardback with dustjacket, new printing |
First Read | May 27, 2008 |
The One-Strand River
. . . Occasional volcanoes in the parlor, yawn. Arterial Blood weeping the walls, rising above the ankles Curdles in the drains and pupils. Ad nauseam! It kills Sensation in the extremities. And don't come off all teary On me, now. No more Thus Spake Zarathustra. No big titanium yurt Over heaven. No more swoopy blue yondering wing-magics-- That's finished. We don't feel for thingamajigs Anymore. Clear your desk. And tell the engineer he's fired.
Quoted on October 3, 2011
. . . They live in a hell of marvels: fierce, Fully automated joys. The prowess of their engineers Is justly fabled. They've leapt to the nearest Lamps of night. Such chasms spanned!-- Too black for all but their blindest seers. Their warrior class, insufficiently manned, Is mad, responsive, and under command. Their weapon of choice is the toggle switch. Be watchful. They kill with either hand.
Quoted on October 3, 2011
Of course they'd need an Omnipotent god. Look whom He'd have to pardon.
Quoted on October 3, 2011