a noticeably notice-me-I’m-nature
nature sound. Mother never did care much
for nature. Enjoyed a sunset well enough
Those shameless ones like colored candy,
those ones can look like wall-to-wall
in a Cineplex foyer: pinks and purples, reds, she said.

It is hard to know how we should feel about this. Some people are scared by the sunsets, some determined to be elated, but most of us don't know how to feel, are ready to go either way.

Don DeLillo - White Noise

The edge of the earth trembled in a darkish haze. Upon it lay the sun, going down like a ship in a burning sea. Another postmodern sunset, rich in romantic imagery. Why try to describe it? It's enough to say that everything in our field of vision seemed to exist in order to gather the light of this event. Not that this was one of the stronger sunsets. There had been more dynamic colors, a deeper sense of narrative sweep.

Don DeLillo - White Noise

We're not at the edge of the ocean or desert. We ought to have timid winter sunsets. But look at the blazing sky. It's so beautiful and dramatic. Sunsets used to last five minutes. Now they last an hour.

Don DeLillo - White Noise

We crowded before the window in Steffie's room, watching the spectacular sunset. Only Heinrich stayed away, either because he distrusted wholesome communal pleasures or because he believed there was something ominous in the modern sunset.

Don DeLillo - White Noise

Have I raised him, unwittingly, in the vicinity of a chemical dump site, in the path of air currents that carry industrial wastes capable of producing scalp degeneration, glorious sunsets? (People say the sunsets around in here were not nearly as stunning thirty of forty years ago). Man's guilt in history and in the tides of his own blood has been complicated by technology, the daily seeping faslehearted death.

Don DeLillo - White Noise

"Walter Benjamin about fascist aesthetics : its self alienation has reached the point where it can experience its own annihilation as a supreme aesthetic pleasure.
Translating scenes of devastation into compositions of aesthetics beauty : part of our alienation, in this case, is the perverse enjoyment the photographs afford of images of our own annihilation. "