Sometimes it seems as if news comes in too fast, too fast. I am reminded of that William Stafford poem (which I can't put my finger on) when he writes something like:
The world will end . . . And I’ll be going to the bathroom or something. And miss it . . .
John Panza on Blackout Poetry and Eclipses
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