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Remember not the iniquities of our forefathers:
let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us;
for we are brought very low. Psalm 79:8
Dig the grave and line it with
soft american dollars
(the paper is warm in the cold night air)
bury the Guilt with the paper that falls
and wait for it to burgeon once more
'Neath the brown topsoil that hides Shame
place upon it a tombstone
Grey and austere, enscribed:
"Here lies the guilt of white man's greed"
water it with words of hope
that it might spread and inflate
with boughs bent heavy with need
And once in a while whisper,
eulogies to the paper tree
and apologies for a shortened life.
let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us;
for we are brought very low. Psalm 79:8
Dig the grave and line it with
soft american dollars
(the paper is warm in the cold night air)
bury the Guilt with the paper that falls
and wait for it to burgeon once more
'Neath the brown topsoil that hides Shame
place upon it a tombstone
Grey and austere, enscribed:
"Here lies the guilt of white man's greed"
water it with words of hope
that it might spread and inflate
with boughs bent heavy with need
And once in a while whisper,
eulogies to the paper tree
and apologies for a shortened life.
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33
33 and counting down..
33 and heavy is the crown.
33 a life on the lonely way,
33 is there a place to stay?
Getting older, bolder and more steadfast.
Growing, knowing but slowing down.
Age of the unknown, space is close
Age of the young, the old is dying
Age of the beat, restless is the feet.
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Ranger's Revenge 03 - Marfa System
"...but you're a Ranger. That's law enforcement! There are rules for law enforcement, you can't..."
Lena interrupted the blobish Octopodan bartender by dragging him up by one of his lesser tentacles. "This is a raylight-knife. It'll cut through flesh and bone like butter. As you have no skeleton..."
She demonstrated, slicing its thin lesser tentacle clean off. A trickle of blue blood from the wound stained Lena's tunic.
"You crazy BITCH!" the Octopodan howled. "I'll have your BADGE! you crazy..."
"The Jr. Ranger textbook says Octopodan tentacles grow back, you whiner."
"ONLY WHEN WE'RE LIVING IN WATER!"
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the slight upturn of his lip, ever so subtle, you’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it. something like that. the way his hands grab hold of yours, the exhaustion in his eyes. there’s only so much fatigue a body can hold, after all. black nail polish on his hands, multiple ear piercings, cassette tapes in his jeans pockets, jacket stained with acrylic paint but he isn’t ever going to divulge that story. sometimes, if you’re lucky, he’ll smile at you with all of his teeth. he’s narrow and frail and his heart is ever so tender, and you’ve been breaking it without quite meaning to, again and again and again. not this time. he gives himself over to you, and you take him, ever so gracefully. one more leap of faith in a whole damned city of it. you kiss the hollow of his throat, watch him close his eyes. you tell him you’re going to devour him, and oh, you’re rewarded with that smile. that smile.
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The concept of white people's guilt has been buzzing around in my head for awhile. Finally it emerged in the form of a poem. Part of the crystallization was through a re-reading of Antjie Krog's Country of My Skull, in an interview there is a discussion that explores the nature of guilt and shame, and in general just how indulgent and useless guilt is whereas shame initiaties action in an attempt to resolve the situation.
So I suppose it's not surprising I chose to indulge a little bit in art.
So I suppose it's not surprising I chose to indulge a little bit in art.
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for me this reminds me of the english assault on the native american-indian tribes. for shame, for shame. it always kills me when people say the USA was founded on "christian" principles