Whitman at the Cyber-Caféby Jennifer Campbell |
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The barista snickers. He’s been pulling on his beard for an hour looking at infinite varieties of coffee beans harvested from sides of mountains he’s seen in dreams. She’s pretty sure he stumbled into a teen chat room, mystified by encoded banter. When she comes by to offer a refill, he deftly scrambles with the two- button mouse to rid his screen of pornography and get back to CNN. He plays a game of Texas Hold ’em under the pseudonym Nostradamus and snorts when he gets a bad beat on the river. Predictably, he’s stalled on a Home Depot ad for fertilizer, meditates on the too- green grass of 32 bit color quality. |
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The Tenth Planetby Ryki Zuckerman |
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we spin on our axis every day oblivious to the pending shift, barely aware that pluto may be just a transneptunian object
in the retinue of celestial objects out there among the interplanetary dust, xena has been spotted, greater in size and mass than puny pluto
though we think earth the center of the universe, despite newton and the others, that heliospheric current sheet, the largest structure
in the solar system, resembles nothing more than a wide mobius strip;and our solar system is merely a sizable speck nestled in a far quadrant of the spirals of the milky way galaxy
so when our lives twist in upon themselves, and our egos besot us with the importance of our own orbit, think of pluto, about to fall from the litany of the hallowed hierarchy, about to lose its planetness and become only a kuiper belt object. |