HOW THE HAPPY HEART
DROPS OFF THE DRUMBEAT
'There's no answer. Remember Oh Henry - the
comic strip not the writer - he ladled his
soup with paste and gruel and the spoon
eventually fell off. Such a useless tool.
-
This was the dominant barricade, when
the Alamo fell. But now? Why oh why oh am I
writing this on the 65th anniversary of the
atomic bomb on Hiroshima?
-
I'll tell you why - because the 'horror-imagination' -
as the Japanese call it - still keeps kids up at night
thinking of their place in the world - vaporized and gassed,
just blown away. Burned like Momma was burned.
Fried like Dadda was fried. That's what I'm
DROPS OFF THE DRUMBEAT
'There's no answer. Remember Oh Henry - the
comic strip not the writer - he ladled his
soup with paste and gruel and the spoon
eventually fell off. Such a useless tool.
-
This was the dominant barricade, when
the Alamo fell. But now? Why oh why oh am I
writing this on the 65th anniversary of the
atomic bomb on Hiroshima?
-
I'll tell you why - because the 'horror-imagination' -
as the Japanese call it - still keeps kids up at night
thinking of their place in the world - vaporized and gassed,
just blown away. Burned like Momma was burned.
Fried like Dadda was fried. That's what I'm
telling you. Everyone else has lied.'
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