...a method which amounts to this: try to have a great deal of talent and even of genius if you can. How vain are all the poetic theories and criticisms!—and the nerve of the gentlemen who compose them sickens me. Oh! nothing restrains them, those boneheads! -- Gustave Flaubert, letter to George Sand
thunder is a metal rattle
shook up by the tips of high
wave graveyards out in the ocean.
photosynthesis begins in crossing
wakes of stretchers rushed to the
ICU. a small crumbling war
memorial sinking into shifts
of reconstituted dunes is
how the skunk got its stripe.
the electron microscope was brought
to us by a childless persian king
who always weeps for his daughter.
the remington rifle is a masterpiece
of modern matter, the coherence
of a concentrated gaze. if you
say out loud the name of the heat
of the core of the earth it will
spin in your direction.
