 Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Down Naughten Street a stranger walks
the former “Irish Broadway”, Now warehouses and non-descripts Prosaic as the day. What interest would he sure provoke if this be eighteen-eighty! Fueled by Finney's "Time and Again" I’d follow like a matey. Fast he walks to young St. Patrick's Worshipping in Latin Swimming in the pre-modern Faith Chin above the patin. Greek myths flatten to soap operas now Brilliant men seem dull, Pascal accused us of needing war Ending ennui's lull. The answer lies if we could just move faster than light's speed, or see the world through eyes less blind awakened by the Creed. • • • • •
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