“[I]n times of crisis it’s interesting that people don’t turn to the novel or say, ‘We should all go out to a movie,’ or ‘Ballet would help us.’ It’s always poetry. What we want to hear is a human voice speaking directly in our ear.”
Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate (2001-2003) speaking to the New York Times, as quoted in The Dead Beat by Marilyn Johnson
this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war and other disasters
we honor courage in all its forms
cross-posted at DailyKos, Booman Tribune, European Tribune, and My Left Wing.
april is national poetry month
images and poem below the fold
A boy looks at US President George W. Bush as he greets audience members after speaking at a town hall meeting, at the Capitol Music Hall in Wheeling, West Virginia. The White House downplayed Bush’s suggestion that US troops would still be in Iraq when his term ends in January 2009.
(AFP/Mandel Ngan)
An Iraqi boy lies in hospital after insurgents opened fire on Shi’ite pilgrims in Baghdad March 22, 2006.
(Namir Noor-Eldeen/Reuters)
Ali holds a picture of his brother Hussein Fadhil 13 during a memorial service for the boy Monday March 27, 2006 in Basrah. Hussein Fadhil was killed Sunday by a roadside bomb as he entered the front gate of his school.
(AP Photo/Nabil al-Jurani)
ATTENTION EDITORS – VISUALS COVERAGE OF SCENES OF DEATH OR INJURY Shad Mohammed, 6, is comforted by a neighbour after being wounded in an attack by insurgents which doctors said also killed both of her parents, in Baghdad March 27, 2006. A surge in violence in Iraq has claimed the lives of over 50 people in the past two days, including at least 30 army recruits at a base near the northern town of Mosul.
REUTERS/Ceerwan Aziz
A child said, What is the grass?
by Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?
Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
of the vegetation.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow
zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the
same, I receive them the same.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people and from women, and
from offspring taken soon out of their mother’s laps,
And here you are the mother’s laps.
This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old
mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
for nothing.
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men
and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring
taken soon out of their laps.
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
What do you think has become of the women and
children?
They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.
All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.
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” I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.”
from Dirge Without Music
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Schools, Kids Becoming Targets in Iraq
Behind the numbers killed… Our invitation to leave can’t be far behind.
Prof. Juan Cole leads off his post today
As Many as 90 Killed
Badr Demands Khalilzad’s Expulsion
In the middle of the Iraq civil war, we’re firmly in a sink hole. Shiites who stood to benefit from our help have labeled our actions ‘the second great betrayal.’
How much longer do we stay and continue to participate in ethnic cleansing? We can sanitize it by using the new coined ‘sectarian violence’ but ethnic cleansing aka Bosnia is what it is. As we wear thin our Shia welcome, ‘The Battle for Baghdad continues…’
What a Dick! We’re not in “the last throes”
In the name of humanity, an intercession for Peace.
Impeach NOW.
Peace
What struck me in the picture of bush and the little boy is that the boy was not seemingly happy to be there. The look in his eyes and his demeanor seem as if wanting to get away from the position he finds himself in. But then again why was the boy there in the first place.The future of our world depends and is in the hands of those children. What will our future be?! Scarrrrry to say the least.
IMPEACH BUSHCO NOW!
I can only hope that the Red Regime receives the same horrors they’ve brought to others.
Bless you nameless man for loving that child…for taking such good care of her. You are an angel.
(((((((momagainstthedraft)))))))
Thank God! You mean, there really isn’t any reason for us to run around stealing, killing, and hating each other?
That’s right. Nothing God creates can really be destroyed.
But I thought, “Freedom’s on the March!” and “The evil doers would be destroyed.”
No such thing.
We’re all on the same side after all.
Light A Candle For
Peace, Tolerance, Understanding
and For The Children – Innocence Lost!
“‘Reality control’, they called it: in Newspeak, ‘doublethink’…To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible and that the Party was the guardian of democracy, to forget whatever it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back into memory again at the moment when it was needed, and then promptly to forget it again: and above all, to apply the same process to the process itself. That was the ultimate subtlety: consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word ‘doublethink’ involved the use of doublethink.”
— George Orwell, 1949
Walkin’ To New Orleans, Sunday March 19th 2006, 3rd Anniversary of the 2nd Iraq War, Flash Video Last Day Of March
I spent thirty-three years and four months in active service in the country’s most agile military force, the Marines.
I served in all ranks from second lieutenant to major general. And during that period I spent most of my time being a high-class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers.
In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I suspected I was just part of a racket at the time. Now I am sure of it. Like all members of the military profession I never had an original thought until I left the service. My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while I obeyed the orders of the higher-ups. This is typical with everyone in the military service.
Thus I helped make Mexico, and especially Tampico, safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenue in. I helped in the raping of half-a-dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street.
The record of racketeering is long. I helped purify Nicaragua for the international banking house of Brown Brothers and Co. in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras ‘right’ for American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went its way unmolested.
During those years, I had, as the boys in the back room would say, a swell racket. I was rewarded with honors, medals, and promotion. Looking back on it, I feel that I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate a racket in three city districts.
The Marines operated on three continents.
Maj. Gen. Smedley Butler (former Commandant, U.S. Marine Corps), Common Sense, November 1935
“Never again shall one generation of veterans abandon another.”
Published on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 by Reuters
Agent Orange Victims Gather to Seek Justice
A view of the Ho Chi Minh Trail as it crosses the Rinh River near the village of Thanh Liem, in an undated photo. Vietnam War veterans from the United States, South Korea, Australia and Vietnam gathered on Tuesday to call for more help for the victims of the Agent Orange defoliant used by the U.S. military. REUTERS/File
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“Never again shall one generation of veterans abandon another.”
Walkin’ To New Orleans, Sunday March 19th 2006, 3rd Anniversary of the 2nd Iraq War, Flash Video Last Day Of March
PTSD Stalks Veterans, Civilians
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
BY JOHN HALE
Praying for peace, justice and healing.
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