We NEED a Poetic Revolution
The animists get it, facts are feeding on us, let mystery and meaning rise again!
The rain comes down with a mythical force, of Noah’s Ark proportion, especially to a mind that was not raised here. The suburban New Yorker in me imagines waking up surrounded by a newly formed sea. If we got these rains (10 inches in 24 hrs) “upstate,” the world would stop, roads would be washed away, and the rivers would have blown their banks within …
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