Hyperion: A Fragment
Book I
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day
Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest...

-- John Keats (1795-1821)

* World Trade Center, 1972-2001
  (The tragedy as seen from Hoboken, NJ)

* M's new blog, GrokTank

* M's clips

* Translation in the Digital Age Text to Images Project

* M's old blog, Insert Tech Here

* chronoskeep robotics

* Complete Dentures (M's Dad's site)

* Coach Ulrich (B's Dad's site)