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A Polite History

Walking through ice-seamed streets
to a theater, a streetcar full of talking
bodies passed a relative of Badger, before
a column of tanks rolling towards the town
square to confront a revolt. The relative
waved at the soldiers, and at that moment
he was tempted for the first time to join
them. It was not that the badger, with his
small breakable nose, tolerated the cruelty
of such a struggle in the un-Hume-like hope
that it would bring a prosperous future:
the harshness of the violence was simply
endorsed as a sign of authenticity, three
or four times bigger than an opera.

Posted 12/27/11
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