- Frontier Thesis
Something shot from my dilated nostrils, he has inhaled it in his lungs.—Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
They want the countrylike Ahab and the planet
like Yorick’s skull, freedfrom a body and all relation.
Why should the earthbe beholden to the sun?
Why should it remain a needyand insipid carousel?
Release it like a bowling ballin space—Melville once set pins
in Hawaii—or like the virusfrom your lips. It’s a howling,
intergalactic droplet, strikingout for darker pastures. [End Page 105]