Bigger than Woodstock. That is what the paper's say about the events surrounding the total eclipse. A person in the swathe of 100% eclipse will feel the difference, or so they report. I envision something from a T.C. Boyle story with pigs fucking chickens, insatiable men and women naked and crazed, etc.
Set the table as for a feast. Or, as they say,
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emporer is the emperor of ice cream
(Wallace Stevens)
I won't be there. I'll be at the factory at a meeting of the members of the board. There will be no feasting, nothing crazed. I'll be missing that.
And such is the life I have chosen. So it seems.
No comments:
Post a Comment