Sunday, April 29, 2012

                                                After Reading  "Confessions of a Drone"


                                                The bird says the pilot got confused, went silent -
                                                "and then he screamed."

                                                Something to do with the nature of the target.

                                                This mechanical assassination aircraft,
                                                supposed to be very accurate
                                                but sometimes

                                               . . . "ruined pieces of a lot of humans,
                                                especially small humans . . ."

                                                                   The sands turned red,
                                                                   he saw
                                                                                 "pieces of dead humans
                                                                                                hanging in trees . . ."

                                                The stuff of nightmares -


                                                it's not a dream.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

We are all connected

Scene from an old Polish movie - three guys out in the woods, at night, dancing by a creek.
The song is Greek, they sing it in both languages.

At a family picnic some time ago here in Quebec, everyone broke out singing to a tune I'd recognized as "City of New Orleans"  - But here it's known as "Salut les amoureux" and it's not about a train but a popular sad love song, made famous by American singer-songwriter Joe Dassin.

I wrote about it a couple of years ago in a posting about trains, showing the lyrics to both versions.  Like the scene from the video above, it reminded me that music transcends borders, we borrow and sing each other's words, we dance to each other's rhythms.

So, some music today - my personal antidote to the daily blast of world news streaming loss and hardship and death, politics, hatred, stupidity, nonsense, drones, who's at war with who.  How about a poem set to music, actors dancing together in a filmstrip, others joining in alone from their kitchen.  We're all connected.  :)

Sunday, April 22, 2012

I just realized it's been 15 days since I last posted something on this blog.

I'm reminded that today is EARTH DAY.

And that April is National Poetry Month -- as well as the month designated to call attention to abused, trafficked, and/or missing children.

Last week was the Boston marathon, on Patriot's Day (a holiday in Massachusetts). It was 84 degrees. Here?  Well, this morning, we woke up to find the ground covered in snow.   (It's all since melted but still -- this is supposed to be Spring!!)   Tiny baby flowers are trying to emerge, all the garden stuff's being hauled out from the shed and -- it snows again!!

Well, for what's left of Poetry Month, I should probably write, share or talk about poetry a bit more.  I'm enjoying what other bloggers are doing in this regard, and admire those who can write something every day, no matter what other chores or interests call them elsewhere.  It's some of those same compelling interests that have pulled me away; would that it were for something pleasurable. Researching the dark side (missing children, for example) has its own dark side.  It'll be five years this summer and they still have not found Cedrika.

Four days of rain, snow, dark skies, chilling winds and unutterable greyness ...  the green grass pokes optimistically through.

To the Earth:  Forgive us.

To the Children
abandoned, neglected, kidnapped, abused, trafficked, tortured or murdered: 
 We have not forgotten you.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Monsanto Threatens to Sue Vermont

if Legislators Pass a Bill Requiring GMO Food to Be Labeled 

"What it really comes down to is this: 
Elected officials are abandoning the public interest . . .
in the face of corporate intimidation."

[Read  article of April 4, 2012 at AlterNet] 

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Downtown Last Week

At the book fair

At the port

Blue, everywhere

Sculpture en ville
Conception et realisation Atelier Silex
"Un Tour un Gratte-Ciel"
"Skyscraper", outside the public library


At the bus stop

When I looked up

Branches, meet window

Portrait of a Lamp Post

eyeballing the parking lot

Well hello there, you again!    :)