These poems are a generation apart in time and a cosmos apart in mentality.The sound on the 60s:"Colonel Shawis riding on his bubble,he waitsfor the blessèd break.The Aquarium is gone. Everywhere,giant finned cars nose forward like fish;a savage servilityslides by on grease."I still remember how good it once sounded in tutorials, although now it seems just a cheap score, gliding by on its own grease.
These poems are a generation apart in time and a cosmos apart in mentality.
ReplyDeleteThe sound on the 60s:
"Colonel Shaw
is riding on his bubble,
he waits
for the blessèd break.
The Aquarium is gone. Everywhere,
giant finned cars nose forward like fish;
a savage servility
slides by on grease."
I still remember how good it once sounded in tutorials, although now it seems just a cheap score, gliding by on its own grease.