A nation of highways, of train tracks, of naive mythologies if any mythology at all. A simple kind of yarn that involved no gods: A giant blue ox, Johnny Appleseed, a man who beats a train before he collapses. Cherry trees, wooden teeth, speeches on paper bags, The fish, so big, that got away. Paul Bunyon couldn't save us. Now we have beasts. Giant Twins and pentagons. Silver birds breathing fire with the names of their victims: United. American. States? Crashing on themselves or maintaining altitude: A dying wind in soot stained trees. It is not only the sadness in our voices as we read them. Something in our stories will be changing. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
