Drive, he said. Ted Conover goes on a week-long road trip with some Chinese car owners. Excellent reportage coupled with some worrying numbers that bode badly for humanity: NYT
Otherwise, how about this Robert Creeley poem. I Know a Man:
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking, -- John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
More Creeley and other American poets: Blue Neon Alley
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