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Sixty Years On.

"Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
Sans horreur, à travers des ténèbres qui puent."

—Baudelaire
('Each day t'ward hell we sink a step/ Without horror, through the shades that stink.')

Paramecium Betting.

"Song

Naomi looks for her child
in the trees, in the leaves.
It is of fire, and has spirited her away.
Though sea-level rise to heart-level,
in the trees, in the leaves."

—Saint Geraud (Bill Knott), The Naomi Poems (1968)

Gonna tell my kids these were the beatles.