The Bükk Plateau in Hungary was even colder than us. (Hungary Today) it is a poetics of
normal low 23 f / yesterday’s low -23 f it is a poetics of 20 humans dead: car crashes, carbon monoxide poisoning, four in a house fire (from fireplace -- keeping warm during blackout) & three in a tornado . . . plus however many houseless humans end up freezing to death outdoors it is a poetics of rolling blackouts in the “richest country in the world,” leaving millions w/o heat in sub-zero chill, including “warming centers,” of people’s having to warm up in furniture stores, of spoiling vaccines, of things fall apart it is a poetics of snow on the beach in galveston, tx, of -32 on the hungarian plain, of record snows in moscow it is a poetics of unreadiness, of lack of adaptation, lack of mitigation, of things off-kilter, jet-stream wonkiness, of politicians promising returns to “normalcy,” promising “power providers owe you nothing! step up and come up with a game plan. think outside of the box to survive and supply water to your family!” it is a poetics of no one is coming to save you
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Kristin Prevallet Author/Editor
I'm a writer & teacher in Lawrence, Kansas who actually believes the scientists. I wrote a book of poems called Of Some Sky that seems to have something to do with all this. |