this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgement.
three images and poem below the fold
Bodies are covered with blankets after a bomb attack outside an Iraqi army recruitment office in Hilla, August 30, 2006.
(Ali Abu Shish/Reuters)
Iraqi men look for relatives amongst the victims lying at the Hilla hospital morgue. Insurgents have killed at least 77 Iraqis and wounded scores in a series of shootings and bombings, including one in a crowded Baghdad market and another at a military recruitment centre.
(AFP/Qassem Zein)
Iraqis identify the bodies of their relatives, in downtown Hillah, about 95 kilometers (60 miles) south of Baghdad, Iraq, Wednesday, Aug. 30, 2006, after an explosives-rigged bicycle detonated near an army recruiting center in a city south of Baghdad on Wednesday, killing at least 12 people and wounding 38, police said.
(AP Photo/Alaa Al- Marjani)
from City That Does Not Sleep
by Federico García Lorca
translated by Robert Bly
Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is sleeping.
If someone does close his eyes,
a whip, boys, a whip!
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
I have said it before.
No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
night,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.
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