Saturday, January 11, 2014

lifting a fat broth

Was reading Carl Sandburg's Smoke and Steel again this morning. "Soup" will be my favorite forever, but the following is a close second.

Hats
Hats, where do you belong?
 what is under you?

On the rim of a skyscraper’s forehead
I looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
 Hats: tell me your high hopes.
People don't really wear hats quite so much anymore. This is fine as we have plenty of other accessories to worry about. Feel free to replace "hats" with "phones" if you must.



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  1. Phones

    Oh, those self-wronging individuals, which
    Broke the illiterate dawn with their misdirected calls, their
    Confused sputtering towards objects unseen.

    I felt their mingled, unanswered chatter rise and
    Fill the urban channels with their spastic might.
    I watched each solitary ear distend and hear
    Around the world, each pair of lips protract across
    time zones and beyond, and I arrived at a similar conclusion,
    from a great distance.

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    1. I have used
      the data
      that was on
      the data plan

      and which
      you were probably
      saving
      for video

      Forgive me
      they were delicious
      so sweet
      and so cold

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    2. Also that one is very good and maybe kind of ominous?

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    3. Well it IS about the breakdown of society through the disintegration of unified communication into discrete modes, and even if we're aware of the trend we can't help but participate in it. Nice catch!

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