In those days, the blag slag, the waste of the coal pits, had only begun to cover the side of our hill. Not enough to mar the coun...tryside nor blacken the beauty of our village. For the colliery had only begun to poke its skinny black fingers between the green.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The landscape of the northern Sprawl woke confused memories of childhood for Case, dead grass tufting the cracks in a canted slab ...of freeway concrete. The train began to decelerate ten kilometers from the airport. Case watched the sun rise on the landscape of childhood, on broken slag and the rusting shells of refineries.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Is a park any better than a coal mine? What's a mountain got that a slag pile hasn't? What would you rather have in your garden--a...n almond tree or an oil well?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On their slag heap, these children Wear skins peeped through by bones and spectacles of steel... With mended glass, like bottle bits in slag.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,... Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »