[NetBehaviour] plane depth in the furious light of the leader's bomb

[Johannes Birringer]

thank you for striking images, sounds and the writing. Alan.

out of sky a lot of things have fallen it seems,
i cannot articulate fear except fear for (the people in Korea and
all affected by the leader of the North and his military who are testing their
atomic bombs, and the people who are concerned, the neighbors, 
the people inside the country (who are threatened as much); the other leader
of the north (US) used a phrase, in the German translation, with dire biblical ring,
he would react to N. Korean bombs with"Feuer, Wut und Macht, wie die Welt
es so noch nicht gesehen hat" which I translate as with"Fire, Wrath and Might,
as the world has never seen before".

The leader of the North (US) here seems to echo Harry S Truman in his 1945
address before the US dropped the Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima; Truman also spoke of
a rain of total destruction from the air. 

In this context, I shall repeat what I proposed yesterday, that the war is not over;
when one looks at the Korean War in the early 1950s, it is believed that more than
4.5 million Koreans died, and many cities were nearly entirely destroyed. Napalm
was used by US and UN military forces that fought back the North Korean invasion
of the South, and the cold war there (China also becoming involved) seems not to
have ended in any solution to the crisis, and Korea remains a divided land. 

are these further strata? and are we witnessing "furious the leaders square off in their squares"?


Johannes Birringer


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[Alan Sondheim schreibt
Sent: 06 September 2017 21:28


Thank you for this indeed. I think it's strata,....


[Alan Sondheim schreibt]
Sent: 04 September 2017 03:37


plane depth in the furious light of the leader's bomb

out of the sky falls more sky

...

we will die in the leader's bomb
these sounds will do no harm
furious the leaders square off in their squares
their squares are full of tyros marching batons,
    frayed conductances, unruly radiations

maze and meander obliterated, there are no paths among us
every direction is a path on a plain of scythes and glows

every image is there, michelangelo pulling from the rock
    (dead michelangelo pulled from the rock)

nothing moves and everything hurts,  what the plane drops

up from the ground rises more ground

out of the sky falls more sky