Plans Deranged by Time: The Poetry of George Fetherling

With the Name Goes Great Responsibility

With the Name Goes Great Responsibility i. Be impatient with the device. That’s what I tell the young people. The sources are hidden deep within beyond the fingers of appetite wrapped in a terrifying envelope invisibly encoded. Silence is not just the motto here, it’s the theme of our praise. Clenched lips betoken honour remote from the boundaries of response beneath the awareness of sound below the enemy’s radar. ii. The name is ritual and if it involves some destruction they’re sorry it cannot be helped. The name is synonymous with the death of landscape. There’s not even industry with which to commune, only danger minus relief or exhilaration. When you speak the name you spit poison in highly concentrated form. With the name goes great responsibility and even greater fear. It’s tainted don’t mouth it The Poetry of George Fetherling / 21 or answer to it. You’re guilty of uttering when you say it out loud, manslaughter when you linger over the intent. 22 / Plans Deranged by Time ...