A silly poem about the end of civilization
Posted: 11 April 2017 05:23 PM   [ Ignore ]
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Since we’re just posting whatever buzzes through our heads now, here’s my latest from a journey toward a dark mountain


I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not.
I can understand the guns and the airplanes,
The other conveniences leave me cold.

‘We must adjust our economics to the new abundance .
Of what? Toys: motors, music-boxes,
Paper, fine clothes, leisure, diversion.

I honestly believe (but really an alien here: trust me not)
Blind war, compared to this kind of life,
Has nobility, famine has dignity.

Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance;
One is neither saint nor devil, to wish
The intolerable nobler alternative.


Robinson Jeffers

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Posted: 12 April 2017 04:03 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 1 ]
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Sine I read it, it did buzz into the canyons of my mind but I quickly released it, so once again I feel free.

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