Monday, August 08, 2005

Unreal City/ Thomas Stearn

Unreal City, 60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. 65
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again! 75
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'

2 Comments:

Blogger Hamish said...

Chris, have you ever read Neverwhere by Niel Gaiman? You might dig it.

5:37 PM  
Blogger Chris Titan said...

Sond interesting, the soundtrack on the audio book with Eno sounds very cool...

"Well, the audio book version of Neverwhere has several selections of the Eno soundtrack on it. I believe bits of it made it onto Eno's last album as well. The Neverwhere audio book gets a qualified recommendation from me. Gary's reading is great and the production is terrific, and the abridgment ranges from sensitive and intelligent (at the beginning) to crudely rewriting the plot (last third of the book -- which is maybe the last 25 minutes of the tape...)"

11:10 PM  

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