“We remove mountains, and make seas our smooth highway; nothing can resist us. We war with rude Nature; and, by our resistless engines, come off always victorious, and loaded with spoils.” WarSeaMountainRemoveEnginesSmoothRudeHighwaysSpoilLoadedMove Mountains Author:Thomas Carlyle
“Therefore bivouac we On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by Veiled scruples, worn conundrums. Morning is Impermanent. Grab sex things, swing up Over the horizon like a boy On a fishing expedition.” SexBoysMorningSeaRiversFishesBoatLakesFishingHorizonSwingsWornHighwaysExpeditionsScruplesLike A BoyConundrums Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems
“I am a futility. The life of prayer begins with that. And God is not a comfort, to be offered like Kleenex. God is a poisoned sea, with broken syringes washing up on the beach. God is shopping malls stretching to the horizon and warplanes in the sky. God is a flat tire in a rainstorm and beer cans in the ditch, a bottle shattered on a highway and the taste of gunmetal in your mouth.” PrayerSeaSkyBrokenComfortTasteMouthsBeerBeachFlatsHorizonBottlesShoppingTireHighwaysWashingShatteredStretchingFutilityMallsRainstormsFlat TiresKleenex Author:Tim Farrington