by Carol Adler 
weekdays anymore; only rubble - office drawers coffee cups adding machines without keys or function to count anything except death. Was it only yesterday that stocks went up - and down - like the broken elevator in the Millennium GONG. GOING. GONE . Only yesterday that you or I may have checked in at the desk where the monitor is frozen with the word FIRE and nobody is left to re-boot the computer? Renoir has painted the deserted coffee shoppe in colors of plaster and dust: even croissants bagels pancakes and eggs are as white as the gowns of priests rabbis mullahs. As emails pour through the Internet; as our Citizens wave flags and buy Bonds; as state persons wipe their eyes at countless press conferences and the religious weep for the chaos their God may or may not have wrought. As husbands wives fathers cousins aunts the neighbor who lived across the street are declared lost; As the hotel guests still seated in the empty lobby read screaming headlines and wait for their taxis, lovers, meetings -- As the Mid-Westerner pauses in the plaster-filled gift shop to buy tee shirts and souvenirs of the Twin Towers the black-screened television blares out a deeper truth that we dare not believe. "This is Information Extra," repeats the elevator stopping at Floor Zero with a loud GONG. GOING. GONE. Did we really think we could win out against such obvious redundancies? Carol Adler, MFA President, Dandelion Books www.dandelionbooks.com   Our sincere condolences and sympathies to all those suffering personal losses and tragedies at the hands of this anti-human evil. David Icke, Royal Adams, & www.davidicke.com |
