9-11-2001

09-11-01

 

Maniacal misdeeds of disproportionate killing

as bombs go “boom,”

making New York a city of

Good Night.


Comments:
 
bfaulkner   bfaulkner wrote
on 3/29/2009 4:57:44 PM
Thank you on both accounts. I love Faulkner, but having the same last name as the greatest American writer is a bit of a daunting thing, somewhat of a drawback....at least mentally! I like "penname"--it reminds me of my unfufilled quest of coming up with one! Faulkner it is.

penname   penname wrote
on 3/29/2009 1:23:48 PM
this is superb writing- your poem.- a true tribute. also i love the name...since faulkner is one of my favorite classic writers

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Toward what city will I travel? What wild houses do I go to occupy? What vagrant rooms and streets and lights in the long night urge my expectation?...Allen Ginsberg 1954: "Siesta in Xbalba"
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Synopsis
I wrote this poem on September 11th, 2001, as a first reaction to the bombings of the Twin Towers. Words can't really express the horror we felt as a nation, but I knew it was important to document the moment.
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