'The Truth About the Incident

Darkness and the boiler...
The darkness was the sole cause for the failure to fathom the shapes of things
I laid the body that had hardened among human beings
On the sloping side of the boiler
And I indulged in a dialogue with the constellations

The rising wails of the high-voltage currents
penetrated the spine like the night's phosphorescence
the crumbling lives and the snowy dawns of the last days
The hazy tints of ammonia
rising at the climar (sic) of pleasure-seeking
The sea and the sky with swollen lungs and the approaching 25th hour

Rays of light: "Closely watch the ends of all destinies."
The cries of the chief engineer echoed by fellow technicians
And loud explosions

In the brilliance of arc-lamps
the poet experiences the premonitions with naked eyes
The boiler had numberless glands of despair
resembling capillary vessels

Death and the corpses, and the Poet has fallen
with burnt hair and severed limbs
the sun's music and the sea's radiance
O, the new sea's rays and the sun's music start to flow
"Nothing has ever happened." '

--Kyu-dong Kim, op cit

"The Indian [Hindu] seeks salvation from life ever-lasting, while the Christian desires life ever lasting." Religions in Four Dimensions (1976)

"una est nobilitas argumentumque coloris
  ingenui timidas non habuisse manus."
--Petronius ('There is only one excellence and evidence of grace/ inborn--not to have cowardly hands.')

"Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat." --Robert Graves

You use your iron lung for blowing soap bubbles, you better be serious about aesthetics.

"The surrealists have managed to put on a pretty good vaudeville act for the middle-class; but there isn't a religious man among them." --Kenneth Patchen, The Journal of Albion Moonlight (1941)

   "No Oil in Haiti"

For those who still want more of me
When all the product's gone
The sunrise is as i once told
And drew my pictures on
Commuters still are cutting off
The neighbor in their lane
And radio still descants that mix
That was my love & bane
When you refill your little tank
And watch the numbers roll
Remember one who crouched as you
His back against the wall

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