take away the name & i know
i do not know this city
why do i aspire in vain
even to dream of another city
i walked the cobblestones, i spoke
with what i thought were denizens of the city
different pathways, tasks, circles:
we hardly live in the same city
as Graywyvern weaves through traffic
he imagines the future ruins of his city
“Our broken empire, America, wasn’t an empire for very long. But there isn’t one part of its breaking that is not also replicated in each section of the culture. In cars, traffic, movies, buses, banks, schools, war, architecture, hospitals and labs, and in poetry.” —Fanny Howe, The Winter Sun (2009)
24 hours of Throbbing Gristle.
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