Thursday, 15 December 2011
Unseen Fire
Unseen Fire
This is a damned unnatural sort of war;
The pilot sits among the clouds, quite sure
About the values he is fighting for;
He cannot hear beyond his veil of sound,
He cannot see the people on the ground;
he only knows that on the sloping map
Of sea-fringed town and country people creep
Like ants — and who cares if ants laugh or weep?
The pilot sits among the clouds, quite sure
About the values he is fighting for;
He cannot hear beyond his veil of sound,
He cannot see the people on the ground;
he only knows that on the sloping map
Of sea-fringed town and country people creep
Like ants — and who cares if ants laugh or weep?
— R. N. Currey
Tunafish
Tunafish Sandwich Piece
Imagine one thousand suns in the
sky at the same time.
Let them burn for one hour.
Then, let them gradually melt
into the sky.
Make one tunafish sandwich and eat.
- Yoko Ono
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