1996: year of the hunt
for the unabomber, the latest round of a big local brood of seventeen
year cicadas, the ten year anniversary of the Chernobyl accident--only
in poetry did these things seem to coalesce. This is what came out of
it, forcing also a strange path through other things that seemed to be
happening. There are in-jokes and references that no one else would get
but me, but now that we have the internet, there can be links from these
words to the surge of information and distraction that's out there.
The online version has links all over place and through time.
Neither is a reliable document of history, but everything here is true,
or will be true after another seventeen years.
