Now that the Academy Awards are finally over, and the suspense of who will get the Oscar decided, the world can move on to other, weightier issues. In this vein, I give you the following from my favorite poet:
how history works
they raged against it,
that steel abomination,
that industrial phallus upthrust,
poised to rape the Parisian sky.
it was the artists and writers
who denounced it,
the aesthetes who wanted it pulled down.
after the World’s Fair,
no longer needed
to celebrate the power of the Revolution,
the tower was promised to the scrap yard.
then someone said,
“well, we could put a radio antenna up there.”