Poet: Yet among the myriad microwaves, the infra-red messages, the gigabytes of ones and zeroes, we find words, byte-sized now, tinier even than science lurking in some vague electricity, but if we but listen we can hear the solitary voice of that poet telling us, "Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; Tomorrow's Silence, Triumph or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where."
The Poet always told me Science Fiction was real. And often orated on such topic.
ReplyDeleteFantastic... Simply fantastic.
I'm on the sofa, in the dark, watching "12 Monkeys".
ReplyDeletePoet: Yet among the myriad microwaves, the infra-red messages, the gigabytes of ones and zeroes, we find words, byte-sized now, tinier even than science lurking in some vague electricity, but if we but listen we can hear the solitary voice of that poet telling us, "Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; Tomorrow's Silence, Triumph or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where."
The Poet always told me Science Fiction was real. And often orated on such topic.
This quote is obviously from "12 Monkeys."
Not doing so well here. Just holding on.
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