She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,
Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood
An unintelligible multitude,
A million eyes, a million boots in line,
Without expression, waiting for a sign.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Blogs are cool

Wanted to share with y’all a cool exchange from The Atlantic’s blog world. I read both Sullivan and Coates regularly (I prefer Coates because Sullivan is too angry), and it’s really cool to see a couple of big-time journalist/bloggers have this serious conversation for all the world to see. This is a completely new thing in the world, only possible in the past few years. Good to be alive now.

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200906u/andrew-tanehisi

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