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Each of us learned in his own way
that his imagination had been dwarfed,
looked up and saw the power of which he had
been proud loom over us,
civilization face to face with its own implications:
industrial ruin
gagged outrage
imagination incarceration
magnetically resonant war machines
force-fed televised anesthesia
holy ozone bombardment
morally vaccinated remote-control consciousness
stress-related Buddhism
post-industrial prayer
muzzled prophets unbound
breaking out of artifice
survival of a joyful noise
particulate angelic net of breathing ones
web of fragile matter
defiant soaring souls
a thousand dancers on the head of a pin
and civilization asks of both spirit and ruin:
Is you is or is you ain't my baby?
(beginning and end from Jacob Bronwoski)
Pamela Lanza
3247-C Harrison Street
San Francisco CA 94110
415-695-9528
lalanza@earthlink.net
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