The present moment
is an explosion ,
a scission
of past and future
leaving
those valorous
disreputables ,
the ruins ,
sentinels
in an unknown dawn
strewn with prophecy .
Only the momentary
goggle of death
fixes the fugitive
momentum .
Time Bomb, Mina Loy
via Poetry and the Turning World: Technology, Sarah Howe and Sandeep Parmar–quite enjoyable listening!(LRB)
Also, A World Where News Travelled Slowly, Lavinia Greenlaw and Honeycomb, Jorie Graham.
