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my first volcanic boom

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Nichinan, Miyazaki, 2009.12.28

Today I heard my first real volcanic explosion.

Playing in the park with the family, we heard a large rumbling thunderous sound though the weather was clear. It seemed to come from all directions at once. I had no clue what it could be, for it was simply too big a sound to have been something falling over or perhaps two trucks colliding.

We learned later that it was an eruption of Sakurajima, Japan's most active volcano. As loud as the sound was, it must have been incredible at the source, because we were a long way from the volcano in Nichinan.

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Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest.

—T.S. Eliot