Sunday, August 18, 2013

He watched the news. Same as yesterday's.


The General Crisis coming along nicely. Nothing new except the commercials full of sly art and eco-porn. Scenes of the Louisiana bayous, strange birds in slow-motion flight, cypress trees bearded with Spanish moss. Above the primeval scene the voice of Power spoke, reeking with sincerity, in praise of itself, the Exxon Oil Company--its tidiness, its fastidious care for all things wild, its concern for human needs.