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the cherry blossom blooms brightly nature smiles on deserted streets leaving a carpet of pink to colour the desolate lonely landscape it's like an empty welcome home begging for the normality of children playing among the flowers, commuters enjoying the colour of a bright spring morning on their way to work where work is no longer an option the trees will fruit from the poison earth only the birds will enjoy their bounty man no longer a part of what was once a home, a life, a sanctuary
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Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 3:46 PM UTC
Fukushima
Erasure & Found Poem from "On Photography By Teju Cole in april 16th new york times magazine -- You were The fast moving disaster of a tsunami added to the slow motion disaster of a nuclear calamity Towns flooded Infrastructure wrecked Forests splintered more than 15,000 people dead. earthquake cut off my external power supply Floodwaters damaged my backup generators Disabled it's cooling system Overheating ensued Fuel in three reactor cores melted Releasing radiation Everyone saw The water coming in The roads swept away Towns and harbors destroyed Extensive documentary work was undertaken by photographers Of the ruins, Debris, Cleanup and relief operations The gut-wrentching scale of destruction The professionalism of the emergency crews The fortitude of the survivers The extreme uncertainty I feel in our current political moment helps me understand for the first time the curious twinship of mourning and premonition. Information about the tragedy Sorrow for the suffering it caused Gratitude for the work that makes sorrow visible Foreboding about the future. An alert flashes your phone Something terrible has happened Far away, a flood, an airstrike, Soon, there's footage of people picking through wreckage what used to be their homes It is easy to pity them Difficult to imagine this will be you Suddenly bereft of a solid place in the world. Listening to anything that touches on the sublime makes me apprehensive. Like The silence that greets us waking in the middle of the night
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
Erasure & Found Poem from "On Photography By Teju Cole in april 16th new york times magazine
Erasure & Found Poem from "On Photography By Teju Cole in april 16th new york times magazine -- You were The fast moving disaster of a tsunami added to the slow motion disaster of a nuclear calamity Towns flooded Infrastructure wrecked Forests splintered more than 15,000 people dead. earthquake cut off my external power supply Floodwaters damaged my backup generators Disabled it's cooling system Overheating ensued Fuel in three reactor cores melted Releasing radiation Everyone saw The water coming in The roads swept away Towns and harbors destroyed Extensive documentary work was undertaken by photographers Of the ruins, Debris, Cleanup and relief operations The gut-wrentching scale of destruction The professionalism of the emergency crews The fortitude of the survivers The extreme uncertainty I feel in our current political moment helps me understand for the first time the curious twinship of mourning and premonition. Information about the tragedy Sorrow for the suffering it caused Gratitude for the work that makes sorrow visible Foreboding about the future. An alert flashes your phone Something terrible has happened Far away, a flood, an airstrike, Soon, there's footage of people picking through wreckage what used to be their homes It is easy to pity them Difficult to imagine this will be you Suddenly bereft of a solid place in the world. Listening to anything that touches on the sublime makes me apprehensive. Like The silence that greets us waking in the middle of the night
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