my favourite sentence from col49

[Lorentzen / Nicklaus]

 somewhere beyond the battening,

 urged sweep of three-bedroom houses

 rushing by their thousands 

 across all the dark beige hills,

 somehow implicit in an arrogance or bite to the smog

 the more inland somnolence of san narciso did lack,

 lurked the sea,

 the unimaginable pacific,

 the one to which all

 surfers, beach pads, sewage disposal schemes, 

 tourist incursions, sunned homosexuality, chartered fishing 

 are irrelevant,

 the holy left by the moon's tearing-free and

 monument to her exile; you could not
 
 hear or even smell this but it was

 there, something

 tidal began to reach feelers in past eyes and eardrums, 

 perhaps to arouse fractions of brain current

 your most gossamer microelectrode is yet too gross for

 finding.


                                                     (pp. 36f, picador edition)

kfl