where this cycle takes place is "A giant breathing cell/Exhaling its waste/From the stacks by the river/And feeding through the night". Compared to the sheer, unrelieved ugliness of [August] Kleinzahler's New York, the London of T. S. Eliot's Waste Land seems almost pastoral.
from The Times Literary Supplement: August Kleinzahler's ugly gifts
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