Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Mystery of the Noise the Air Makes When Milled by Beth Bachmann

It’s enough to force you over the edge
                        and into the water.
This is one consequence of mining wind
                        to generate light:

killings, the rate of which rises in towns
                        where the white blades
turn, driven by heat. Still, on a calm day,
                        something is always

moving, suggesting a harness.

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Anyone read any of Conrad's short stories? I was so plumb in the middle of a typhoon off the coast of China that a hand on my back literally made me jump out of my shoes.

Also, happy birthday, Dann. Here's hoping what comes of it makes this year worth living.

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