They talk. Often, their conversation is unintelligible. The subjects they address are varied: foreign languages, national monuments, the last days of Karl Marx, worker solidarity, the time of the change measured in Earth years and stellar years, the discovery of America as a stage setting, an unfathomable void -- as painted by Dore -- of masks. Then the boy follows the extraterrestrial away from the road and they walk through a wheat field, cross a stream, climb a hill, cross another field, until they reach a smoldering pasture.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Saturday, January 24, 2009
2666 - pg. 720
Labels: Gustave Doré, John Cowper Powys, Karl Marx
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