When the Lights Go Down
Stranger on a train, heading inland,
Civilwarland in bad decline.
The light of evening,
The signal and the noise.
One shot without conscience
when the lights go down:
Death in a white tie, a brilliant void.
Reader, I murdered him.
Thanks to the authors and editors: Jenny Diski, Nicola Barker, George Saunders, Ali Smith, Alan Furst, Edna O’Brien, Nate Silver, Lee Child, Robert Hare, Pauline Kael, Ngaio Marsh, Jack Fennell, and Jen Green; and to artist Nina Katchadourian.
Previously featured: Diski in ‘Antarctica’; Barker in ‘Microworlds’ and ‘Inside Outer’ (and a post on reading coincidences); Smith in posts on compulsive pedantry and mutual unintelligibility; Furst in ‘After the Fire’ and a post on a significant hyphen; O’Brien in various places; and A Brilliant Void in a recent exploration of the Irish suffix –een.
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