Epigraphs

Endowed
with means that had been reserved for Divine Providence in former times, they
changed the pattern of the rains, accelerated the cycle of the harvests, and
moved the river from where it had always been….

–Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

 

But
at dark I heard a rustling backhoe say,

Thou
shalt not boil a kid in its mother’s milk

nor
bury the river under its own water

for
kilowatt hours and pleasure boats

nor
suck the river dry – unless you wish to;

and
in that case, leave your credit card

and
passport with the desk clerk;

leave
your culture and your language

and
your children and your genome in the till.

Robert
Bringhurst, “The Focal Length of Fuel”

 

My
friend lives on the Delaware River

and
fashions Eden out of burned

buildings
that were the automats

of his
youth in New York.

–Jack Gilbert, “Ostinato
Rigore”

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