Tag: apocalypse


Peace, Part II

I don't know what you call
the opposite of a land mine
but I found another today.
I was cleaning
and I found a dusty jar of kohlrabi pickles
sealed in the summer just before the war.
I've kept these pickles a long time—
there were days
I wouldn't look …
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Post-Apocalyptic Radio Broadcasts

All the prayers I have left, gathered by scraping
out my skull with the most thorough spatula I own,
are those beginning with the vacuously conditional
"If you exist" and ending with an endless asymptotic descent
toward wordlessness. Undead moaning. Whoever,
whatever, if, if—Have mercy! God(s) or goddess …
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The One True Party

Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.

—Wendell Berry, "Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front"


So. Let's say you're living now in the uneasy peace of a post-apocalyptic world, a world where your comfortable illusions imbuing events and …

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Dinosaurs (from Earth) from Space!

triceratops in a flying saucer

Alternate prehistory: The dinosaurs were not wiped out by a comet, but an environmental catastrophe of their own making, possibly caused by weapons of mass destruction. (Some species, such as velociraptor, were sapient and civilized.) The wealthiest and most politically powerful among them escaped earth in spaceships (bringing along some …

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The World We're Living In

I create worlds.

When someone says that, you can assume one of a few possibilities: A) he's a god who has taken human form, B) he has access to godlike technology, or C) he's a nerd. For better or worse, I inhabit the last category. I create imaginary worlds for …

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Peace

War never ends
as easily as it begins.
You get your hands dirty,
do what needs to be done
to stop the fighting—
flee, surrender, sign treaties,
drive out the enemy, burn every village,
hunt down every villager—whatever
is necessary. Do that and the fighting stops,
the skies clear …
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Disintegrations

I play with LEGO, so I know
everything that happens
either blows the world apart
or builds it anew, day by day,
brick by brick. Sometimes, after
the dark whirlwind of chaos—my baby
brother—arrives hurling everything
beautiful to the ground in a shower
of plastic confetti, I scramble …
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