On the way home I had a moment sitting in the car where I was deeply moved looking at the sky outside through the car window. The worlds that sprang to mind unbidden were Walt Whitman's: "when lilacs last in dooryard bloom'd". And then there was also Carl Sandburg, that poem about the lady in a red dress. Two poets of and for America, who capture the spirit of America during an age. For Sandburg, perhaps a secret spirit, but nonetheless. And one novelist: Hemingway. I felt deeply that the Powers That Be were pleased of this. Only two, and only one. This country I love is so new, and yet also so ancient.
An elegy for the philosophy killed by the French in War and Peace, in the mode of one man’s musing on the social structure of the Internet. By Ian Hoopingarner
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