landor-poetry

January 30, 2025

Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me
Freshness and crispness and solidity;
Apples are none the better overripe,
And prime buck-venison I prefer to tripe.

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“To the degree that science fiction has anything to do with the future, it describes the present as accurately as possible and makes its bet on that.”

M. John Harrison

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