Alberta, Canada, 2020

 

“This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo,
And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.” 
― Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterburty Tales 

The city, one day after

"A stillness, absolute as death,

Along the slacking wheels shall lie,

And, flagging at a single breath,

The fires shall smoulder out and die.

The roar shall vanish at its height,

And over that tremendous town

The silence of eternal night

Shall gather close and settle down.

All its grim grandeur, tower and hall,

Shall be abandoned utterly,

And into rust and dust shall fall

From century to century.

Nor ever living thing shall grow,

Or trunk of tree or blade of grass;

No drop shall fall, no wind shall blow,

Nor sound of any foot shall pass.

Alone of its accurséd state

One thing the hand of Time shall spare,

For the grim Idiot at the gate

Is deathless and eternal there!"

In case of emergency.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puM1k-S86nE

poem from The City at the End of Things, 

Archibald Lamp

                                                                                              

photo adapted from 

Frank R. Paul's ill. for "City of the Living Dead",

Laurence Manning and Fletcher Pratt (May 1930)

One day we will fly free again. (But sadly, it's not today)

"Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly


All I ever had, is songs of freedom
Won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs
Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfill the book

from Redemption Song/Bob Marley 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55s3T7VRQSc