Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Thomas Edison: Poet, Surrealist

An Untitled Prose Poem
by Thomas Edison

A Bowery angel smoking a palm tree stubbed his toe on a comet, and pimples came out on his toe nail as big as mountains. He swore so much that God made eight new planets out of the conversation & peopled and fauna'd and flora'd them eccentrically. The almighty has a vein of humor. He made these planets & peopled them to give amusements to beings on the rest of the celestial plantation. The men were 800 miles long & 1/4 inch thick. They slept on telegraph poles, and animals with bodies as big as a pea with 900 eyes each as big as a saucer lived on these long men by catching them by the feet and sucking them in like macaroni.

here for reading and discussion on NPR's Talk of the Nation.

Click here for reading and discussion on BBC Radio 4's Today.

Click here for the Thomas A. Edison Papers website.

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