Thursday, August 3, 2017

Solar Craze



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.

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