This morning I'm reading some poems from Harrison's 2006 book of poetry. Here are some lines worth pondering.I can freely tie myself up without rope.
This talent is in the realm of antimagic
and many people have it. . . . (p. 10)
He's [God] so tired of hearing about this ditzy Irishman,
Bishop Ussher, who spread the rumor that creation
only took six thousand years when it required twelve billion.
Man Shrunk himself with the biological hysteria
of clocks, the machinery of dread. You spend twelve billion
years inventing ninety billion galaxies and who appreciates
your work except children, birds and dogs, and a few
other genius strokes like otters and porpoises, those humans
who kiss joy as it flies, who see though not with the eye. (72)
The church says God is spy
who keeps track of how we misues
our genitals. . . . (115)
