Friday, February 11, 2005

     “Everybody That Comes Drives By

Recurrent nightmares--addictive consolations.
And I say I want to be strong,
I want not to die of
these colors...
But we are all so good at surviving
just the way we started as,
we have to be. The machines
will crush a part that doesn’t fit.
   Once I walked
and kept walking till I couldn’t any farther
and I was still in the midst of it,
and I couldn’t see how walking
all that ways
had made one bit of difference.

That’s how we feel about change.”

--Ogpu Savak, Th* Hors*sho* Crab Whisp*r*r (1993)

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