2001, I dropped the gear in Drive and launched out
On the road, no landfall planned before late August.
Those not tube-addicts will understand how, absent
A shaken call from a friend reporting the first strike,
One nauseated witness fewer would have seen, no,
Felt in his gut both deathbolts and the dual collapse.
Felt through the media—TV, Net, and, before
Blackout, cell phones. Somehow I got through to friends,
None of them missing but all choked by poison gas,
Paralyzed speechless with the inconceivable.
Because the dead disown inflated claims, I have to
Question several statements made about the towers:
"An architectural masterpiece." No, they were tall, some
High-rises elsewhere taller, and many better designed.
"The hub of U.S. geopolitics and trade."
No, few that worked there qualified as global players.
"Site of the first homeland attack since Independence."
No, see 1812, the Civil War, Pearl Harbor.
"The modern era's worst disaster." No, consider
Stalingrad, Dresden, Hiroshima, the Holocaust.
TODAY IN SLATE
More Than Scottish Pride
Scotland’s referendum isn’t about nationalism. It’s about a system that failed, and a new generation looking to take a chance on itself.
iOS 8 Comes Out Today. Do Not Put It on Your iPhone 4S.
Why Greenland’s “Dark Snow” Should Worry You
Three Talented Actresses in Three Terrible New Shows
The Human Need to Find Connections in Everything
It’s the source of creativity and delusions. It can harm us more than it helps us.
Happy Constitution Day!
Too bad it’s almost certainly unconstitutional.