10/04/2026
If I can pause my usual stream of nonsense, I have been thinking about witnessing 9/11 and its aftermath. I didn't see the planes into the towers, but I did see the first building fall, and I ran from it.
Since then, I have not heard of a bombing without thinking about all the poor schmucks and jamooks going about their own business.
After 9/11, people turned to poetry, art, and New Yorkers who had seen everything were stunned into politeness, for a while. Among the poems circulating at the time was W H. Auden's September 1, 1939. It was amazing to read a line:
'The unmentionable order of death/ Offends the September night.'
You could smell the destruction for months - a mixture of carcinogens and bodies.
But what I have been thinking about lately is the second stanza. There's been this talk of Western Civilisation and how it must be preserved lately, especially by people bombing schools and hospitals.
So, I took a photo of the verse and the link to the entire poem in the comments.