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2003-09-15
Edward Teller
B. 1.15.1908 Budapest / D. 9.9.2003 Stanford, California
Stroke
“Where am I hiding my self-hatred these days?”
What an impudent question!
Got a Geiger counter for these things and we’re getting a reading
Please leave!
in your living room
What self-hatred
under the rugs:
are you talking about?
Click click—you’ve been busy sweeping!
Bad dreams can’t show.
It’s a serious question: Are you even alive?
At my best, never better.
Although the other-you’s imagined thrive
Maybe I’m peaking.
the needle’s fixed in seizure at the red edge of not really.
It just so happens that I have a tremendously rich and eventful inner life which is fed—prodigiously fed—by my life experiences.
Against what enemies do you defend?
Laughter. Silence. Light.
Consolation Site: Homemade Fallout Meter