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Interlude

apropos

Great Cruelty and Heartlessness

We’re living in a time of great cruelty and heartlessness

where instead of a sun they’re throwing up
anvils

Instead of sunlight there’s the sound of
hammers beating

Instead of walking there’s kicking

Instead of thinking there’s talking

It’s almost as if there’ve never been times like
these before

Even shadows thrown by cartwheels on dirt roads
resemble the grimaces of armies as they
slide across rocks

In the palaces of power clocks go off but no one
wakes

Decisions are made by pouring acid down drains
or waiting for nightfall in a room lit by
neon tubes

If anyone speaks all eyes are upon them

I saw a sparrow fly over a fence

An ant stop and not go on

But laughter has turned to pebbles
falling on zinc

And children have been torn from their futures

-- Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore


From In the Realm of Neither, (The Ecstatic Exchange, 2008)

Whether Report

FORECAST FOR:

Region:   Earth

Timeframe:  Ongoing

Population Affected:  All

Deadline for Full Recovery:  Past

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Not a question of Whether anymore

but

When

Liu Xiaobo Has Died

Reuters

 Liu Xiaobo, (1955-2017)

 He once said he hoped he'd "be the last victim

in China's long record of treating words as crimes". 

Liu Xiaobo was imprisoned for the crime of speaking.

Free expression is the base of

 human rights, the root of human nature

 and the mother of truth.  To kill free speech 

is to insult human rights, to stifle human nature, 

and to suppress truth.

~~  Liu Xiaobo

Worry Birds

Fun with digital brushes

Forgot I had this paint program installed.

Played with some lines & shapes & colors to see what would emerge.
Voilà, c'est fait!

Garden haiku

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                                                                 accidental scarecrow -

                                                                 the birds are not impressed

Every morning, same time

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A Virtual Visit to Paris

It's been many years since I've been there and it's not likely I'll get back, so the next best thing is armchair reminiscing, with some black and white photos, shared here with the kind permission of Luis L. Tijerina. 

 

Photos by Luis L. Tijerina, November 2016

Gee, Thanks, Stella

We got a visit this past week from a blizzard they named "Stella".  All hope is now gone that our accumulated snow will be melted anytime soon.

Am adding some new, updated photos to the ones I  posted a month ago. That peaked snowdrift in the back yard--were I in its middle--would be up past my shoulders.

A friend in Los Angeles reports hundreds of Canadian geese hunkered down in a nearby soccer field, and that they are on their way north.  Yay. Meanwhile, indoor seed planting starts tomorrow.

Diggin' on Out

So, we've been getting a bit more snow the past several days

 

 

Review. Respond.

Me, I Tell Stories

Fred Pellerin, from a town not far from here. While at university here, he developed a thirst for stories, nostalgic for a time he did not know. Lulled by the stories of his grandmother, his neighbor Eugene, and his father, Pellerin has been recounting these older generations' memories and anecdotes, gossip and rumors of his village, Saint-Élie-de-Caxton.

The stories passed down to us tickle our curiosity about the past, resurrect early memories, make us think, make us laugh--stories we can still relate to--reminding us of who we are and where we came from, of those who preceded us, and the interest in hearing their stories retold.  I'd like to think that  those who follow us will pass our stories on as well.

"I am the son of a thousand fathers.
I did not come into the world.
It is the world that came to me.
And I was born yesterday."

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*Quebec license plates say  Je me souviens ("I remember"), the official motto of the province.