written/non-written things by me (from 2005-2008)

Monday, September 17, 2007

Some of the machinery...

"Then some of the machinery and most of the men who ran it an existed because of and for it would be loaded onto freight cars and moved away. But some of the machinery would be left, since new pieces could always be bought on the installment plan--gaunt, staring, motionless wheels rising from mounds of brick rubble and ragged weeds with a quality profoundly astonishing, and gutted boilers lifting their rusted and unsmoking stacks with and air stubborn, baffled and bemused upon a stumppocked scene of profound and peaceful desolation, unplowed, untilled, gutting slowly into red and choked ravines beneath the long quiet rains of autumn and the galloping fury of vernal equinoxes."
William Faulkner, Light in August

My name is Hannah Pierce-Carlson