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New Empedocles found.

"DeLillo gives pride of place to baseball stadiums, nuclear weapons, and a sense of menace alloyed with the yearnings realized in our relationships with garbage, subways, typewriters, and remote controls. " —M H Rowe via

How I cried.

        “Autumn

There is a wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
    And clouds like sheep
    Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
    But phantom, forlorn,
    Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
    And ever with me,
    Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.”

—Walter de la Mare

Neandermaxxing.