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Poetry

13 June 2009

City canyons

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City canyons: Regent Street, London, with construction cranes altering the skyline.


In city canyons
I wander and wonder... do
we see the same stars?


Does the night find you
awake, memories burning?
Do dreams remember?


Or does sleep erase
destiny, interrupted;
its traces fading?


I hold the map close
and escape in the moonlight;
shadows unravel.


The view obscured, but
familiar territory:
this heart's journey home.


An ancient story
written long before we knew
which path to travel.


Worlds apart, we crossed
oceans for our moment in
time, sealing love's fate.


27 May 2009

Street art and political theatre

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A decorated ram's head over an exterior art installation at a Paris gallery.

ArtA

For the past two days I've been moving furniture; shifting things from room to room or to the cave (wine cellar); giving things away. A few days ago, I suddenly realised my "studio/guest room" wasn't my style at all. In fact, it looked like someone else's art space. So I set about changing it to a more user-friendly area; it's still a work in progress. Photos soon.

Meanwhile, there may be hope for Polaroid lovers seeking instant film.

Isn't it interesting to watch the Republicans have a go at President Obama's new Supreme Court nominee, Sonia Sotamayor? So predictable, these people.

Joan Walsh has an excellent article here; Glenn Greenwald applauds Obama's choice, while lamenting the Republican smear tactics here. Greenwald also writes that the right-wing reaction to Sotomayor says more about her critics than it does about her qualifications. Hear, hear!

Skullduggery among poets is the talk of Britain.

And an ex-Guantanamo detainee tries to adjust to life in Paris.

24 March 2009

South Africa chooses commerce over human rights

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Follow the leader, courtyard, Cathedral de Barcelona, Barcelona, Spain.


Breaking news 1 p.m.: The peace conference has been called off, due to South Africa blocking the Dalai Lama from attending, BBC News reports.

Both South Africa and Tibet have suffered for decades at the hands of brutal oppressors. So it is with considerable dismay that the world witnesses a defiant South Africa choosing commerce over human rights, much like its government during the dark decades of apartheid. During that time, South Africa suffered organised boycotts and was ostracised by the international community.

The current South African government is apparently willing to accept its new indentured servitude - this time, to China. The government's action certainly doesn't bode well for it hosting the 2010 World Cup.

South Africa is bowing to Chinese demands to refuse entry to the Dalai Lama for a peace conference beginning Friday, March 27th. Both Archbishop Desmond Tutu and former South African President F.W. de Klerk have announced they will boycott the event, if the Dalai Lama is forbidden from attending.

Yet the South African government persists in its unprincipled stance, while the Chinese government freely admits it pressured South Africa to exclude the exiled Tibetan spiritual leader. Further, the Chinese government has announced it will oppose any nation's overtures to meet with the Dalai Lama.


They've forgotten their history,
this ignorant new government
struck blind by greed.
Unaccustomed to power
after decades of none,
they close their eyes
to the consequences
and agree to all terms
and conditions spelled out
by the lenders and investors.

This fledgling government,
still unused to the ways of politics,
stifles any thought of the oppressed
and risks its reputation
for a brand new bank and ongoing servitude
to a demanding Chinese host
who exports injustice, along with investment,
denying human rights to one nation,
while insisting others do the same,
lest the coffers slam shut.

12 February 2009

Love's silent refrain

Valentine's


He'd searched, how he tried.
Hearts too long denied,
he flung caution aside.

No mask could disguise
the truth in her eyes
that time failed to hide.

Love's steady flame
difficult to tame;
a silent refrain.


Photo of a vitrine in Selfridges, London.

08 February 2009

Christina Martin, Nikki Giovanni and bicycles

You know that feeling of recognition when someone really "gets" you? When it seems as though they can peer into your soul and understand something deep and unfathomable about you? Something that even those closest to you may overlook?

Well that's Christina, friend and photographer extraordinaire. Even though we have never met in person, she really gets me. That was reaffirmed today when I opened my mailbox to find her package. Unwrapping the brightly-coloured tissue I was so excited to find a copy of Nikki Giovanni's new book Bicycles: Love Poems. I was even more thrilled - and moved to tears - when I opened the book to find that Ms. Giovanni had signed it for me!

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You see, recently Christina took an amazing photograph of Ms. Giovanni. When I commented on the wonderful image Christina had captured with her lens, I mentioned something about being a longtime admirer of Nikki Giovanni's poetry and what a joy it must have been not only to spend time with her, but to photograph her.

A few days later, the book arrived! What a wonderful surprise! Thank you, dear Christina!

And it just so happens that I have an identical red Electra Hawaii bicycle to the one Nikki Giovanni's posing with on the book cover. Mine - which I got in Cambridge, England and brought back to Paris - is languishing, neglected, under a tarpulin on the balcony. Now I love riding bikes - love it! Riding a bike makes me feel happy and care-free. Yet for various reasons - and not just the cold weather - I haven't ridden mine for ages. I think it's high time that bicycle comes out for air.

In the book, Ms. Giovanni writes: "Bicycles: Because love requires trust and balance."

Here is her poem No Heaven:

How can there be
No Heaven

When rall falls
gently on the grass
When sunshine scampers
across my toes

When corn bakes
into bread
When wheat melts
into cake

When shadows
cool
And owls
call
And little finches
eat upside
down

How can there be
No Heaven

When tears comfort
When dreams caress
When you smile
at me

19 January 2009

Along the road less traveled

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Inspired by the journey of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Notes selected from Jen Lemen's "trust" cards, available here.

14 January 2009

For the people of Gaza

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Stone sculptures with sorrowful faces, Antoni Gaudi's Sagrada de Familia, Barcelona, Spain.

Sad and shadows


"And now, I am not I
and the house is not my home."

- Federico Garcia Lorca


"Murdered and unknown. No forgetfulness gathers them
and no remembrance scatters them...they're forgotten
in winter's grass on the public highway
between two long stories about heroism and suffering.
"I am the victim." "No. I alone am the victim."
They didn't tell the author: "No victim kills another.
There is in the story a victim and a killer."
They were young, picking the snow off Christ's cypress
and playing with cherubs...
They were young, playing and making a story
for the red rose beneath the snow
behind two long stories about heroism and suffering
and they were running away with cherubs toward a clear sky."

- Mahmoud Darwish, from the book The Butterfly's Burden


As of today, more than 1,000 Palestinians have been killed and more than 5,000 seriously injured during the Israeli assault on Gaza. Nearly all of the dead and injured are civilians. Three Israeli soldiers have died as a result of friendly fire and ten Israelis have died from Hamas rockets or from fighting in Gaza. Both Israel and Hamas continue to ignore a UN Security Council resolution calling for an immediate ceasefire.

The borders remain sealed, preventing Palestinian civilians - even those critically wounded - from crossing to Egypt. The Israelis are allowing only a trickle of humanitarian aid into Gaza. Electricity has been cut and food, water and medical supplies are in short supply. While UNRWA is maintaining nine shelters in Gaza, they cannot accommodate the thousands of families made homeless by Israeli missles and bombs. The people of Gaza are trapped with no way out, while the international community tries to negotiate a ceasefire agreement.

04 January 2009

The world is watching

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Courtyard, Mosquée de Paris. Photo by Jordana Shalhoub.


To the Israelis and to Hamas:

Where is the humanity?

Do you think
that we don't see
the trail of death and destruction
your sophisticated weaponry
and your makeshift rockets leave in their wake?

Do you believe
no one will listen to the truth
from the foreign doctors who staff
the only remaining hospital
tending the wounded, dying and dead?

Do you imagine
no one will notice
the lack of water, electricity, food and shelter
for a civilian population surrounded
and trapped like rats, with no place to go?

Do you expect
no one will report
that even ambulance attendants
turn up wounded or worse,
risking their lives trying to save others?

When you close your eyes at night
is your sleep untroubled?
Or do the images of dying children
haunt your dreams and jolt you awake,
your heart pounding in protest?

Do you believe
there is any victory to be gained?
Kill all the fighters
and another generation will follow,
schooled by extremists in a rage for revenge.

A humanitarian disaster
unfolding right before our eyes
yet politicians dither and posture,
casting blame like squabbling children,
with little regard for the human costs.


In Gaza, there is plenty of blame to go around. An Israeli incursion that killed several alleged militants within Gaza first broke the cease-fire. Hamas retaliated by firing rockets targeting Israeli civilians. Because of extremists on both sides, Israeli and Palestinian civilians now are living in terror, as missles rain down on their heads. Many Israelis have had to seek refuge in their basements or in public shelters, due to the unpredictability of Hamas rockets. Since the Israeli incursion, thousands of Palestinians have been forced to flee their homes, even though there is no safe place for them to run.

Israel is responsible for using disproportionate force, with no concern for innocent civilians in Gaza. While 4 Israelis have died, 566 Palestinians have been killed, with more than 3,000 suffering serious injuries. Israel has violated the Geneva Convention by cutting off basic services, including water and electricity and preventing supplies and aid from entering Gaza. The Israeli army has destroyed much of Gaza's infrastructure, as well as buildings not linked to Hamas, including the Palestinian President's office, the Palestinian Parliament, mosques, markets, clinics, schools, businesses and homes. Further, the Israeli army has fired on and killed ambulance drivers ferrying wounded civilians to Gaza's only operational hospital. The Israelis also killed a civilian in the West Bank, as he participated in a peaceful anti-war protest.

Shame on Western leaders for their deafening silence and failure to act. Shame on the United States and its spineless representative for preventing the UN Security Council from negotiating a cease-fire or any kind of settlement. Shame on George W. Bush for supplying weapons to the Israelis, therefore complicit in atrocities being committed on a daily basis in Gaza.

Scroll down the page for a more serene post today.

03 January 2009

How will history judge us?

History

Museum exhibition poster, Barcelona, Spain.


The Night There

"The night there is pitch black...and roses are fewer.
The road will fork even more than before. The valley will split open
and the slope will collapse on us. The wound opens wide. Relatives flee.
Victims kill each other to erase their victims' sight and find relief.
We'll know more than we knew before. One abyss will lead to another.
When we embrace an idea worshipped by tribes and branded on their vanishing bodies,
we'll witness emperors engraving their names on grains of wheat to show their power.
Aren't we changed? Men follow the teachings of the sword
and spill blood. Let the sand pile up..."

Poem from the book Unfortunately, It Was Paradise, by Mahmoud Darwish.

News updates:

Tens of thousands in London protest Gaza offensive

Bush denounces Hamas terror (but gives the Israelis a free pass).

Israeli troops move into Gaza

Israel says ground invasion of Gaza is underway

Israeli ground forces push into Gaza

Attacking civilians is a war crime

Israel begins Gaza ground offensive

Scroll down the page for a second post today.

30 December 2008

Gaza

Tiled wall

Tiled wall, Northern Liberties, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.


"The mother said:
I did not see him walking in his blood
I did not see the purple flower on his foot
he was leaning against the wall
and in his hand
a cup of chamomile
he was thinking of his tomorrow..."

~~~~~

"This seige will extend until the gods
at Olympus are done pruning the Iliad Immortal."

~~~~~

"A boy is about to be born, here and now,
in the street of death...at one o'clock."

The three poems above are from the late Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish's book The Butterfly's Burden.

Read the tragic story of a growing humanitarian crisis in Gaza, as 4 Israelis and nearly 400 Palestinians are killed in the standoff between Israel and Hamas:

UN-Truth (This blog is written by my longtime friend Marian Houk, currently in Jerusalem. I urge you to check back regularly for some excellent no-frills reporting).
In Gaza
Free Gaza
The Guardian
BBC
Jerusalem Post
Al Jazeera

08 November 2008

Together, we've made history. Now the real work begins.

Here is a Langston Hughes poem for this moment in history. (Hat tip to AMERICAblog).

Does anyone care if the woefully ineffective Joe Lieberman joins the Republican caucus? Hasn't he proved where his allegiance lies during his speech at the Republican National Convention? Tell your senators what you think.

And can we please just go back to paper ballots? The company that manufactures the voting machines clearly is incompetent. Their ineptness made voting a fraught process for millions of Americans. They've had plenty of time to correct the deficiencies; yet in this election, problems with the machines were worse than ever!

Barack Obama has won an electoral vote in Nebraska.

Stuffed birds

Thank you to all who have worked so hard for so long in support of President-Elect Obama. Thank you to those loyal readers who have been supportive of my political posts. Thank you for the nearly 300 post-election emails and messages of joy and jubilation from readers around the world.

We should take President-Elect Obama's words to heart. This election triumph is ours: yours and mine, for our country. We transformed our beliefs and our hopes into action. Yes, we did!

And now the real work begins. As Americans, we bear responsibility for how our democracy works. In these troubled times, we simply can't afford to be complacent. It's up to us to help our new president change our country for the better.

Photo, Birds of a feather, @Home Vintage General, Savannah, Ga.

30 October 2008

Readers' reactions

Sign at Shakespeare's

Undisputed wisdom, Shakespeare & Co., Paris.

Sometimes when speaking out about politics, one gets lambasted from those who disagree or from those uninterested in their government's failings. Sometimes readers express annoyance that they don't see pretty pictures or light-hearted fare they're expecting. Maybe some email filled with hate arrives; perhaps a few rude comments need deleting. So when someone writes a beautiful poem, because of the writer's refusal to be silenced, it's an auspicious occasion.

Today I am honoured and humbled by my Canadian friend Sherrie's lovely tribute "You Could Have Walked Away."

"... you could have walked away
but you stood strong to your convictions
You are the heart of decency, empathy
truth and responsibility
You could have walked away
nestled in comfort, elevated in a new life
Instead you speak loudly for those without a voice
for those without a choice
for those with less,
You speak the mind of the fearful ones
scared of opposing wrath
Committed to change you bravely lead the way
educating the unaware,
Standing for the old healthy America
Other nations look to you with respect
Thank you for your voice of reason
Determination, compassion
I am proud to know a woman
of your quality and substance
A passionate woman
daring to speak against opposition
Heroic enough to speak the truth
because you could have walked away!"

Thank you to Sherrie and to all who have written or commented, expressing solidarity and support for my political posts.

15 October 2008

Blog Action Day 2008: The scourge of poverty

Homeless person's stash near Madeleine

A homeless person's stash near Place de Madeleine, Paris, one of the city's wealthiest commercial districts.

 

In the Mississippi Delta
children go to bed hungry
as their parents despair.

Living on minimum wage,
just trying to survive
now the factory's shut
and the money's run out.

 

Forced to rely on charity
and the kindness of strangers.
Trying to hang on,

living hand to mouth:
society's forgotten class.

Struggling to make ends meet
as more government programs cut.


Hard-working, honest people
trying to keep a roof over their heads,

food in their bellies
and their children in school.
Praying nobody gets sick;
health insurance is a luxury
they simply can't afford.

 

The car went last week;
couldn't keep up the payments
after the mill was mothballed:
a silent brooding sentinel,

waiting for a brighter day.

 

A day that will never come for their neighbor,

who shot himself in the Wal-Mart parking lot,

unable to face the indignity

of the bailiffs arriving

to auction the family farm,

where four generations worked the land

and earned community respect and recognition.

 

Unable to weep at the funeral,
his brother put his fist through the wall
of the county clerk's office

raging at the injustice
as news cameras whirred, recording the drama:
an ordinary life under extraordinary pressure,
no one ever should have to bear.

 

Helpless and nearly invisible

in a society that rewards achievement,

while shoving aside the needs of the poor.

No longer able to provide basic necessities

in the richest country on earth

where the government once served the people

with responsibility and decency.

 

In New Orleans

Katrina took their homes and jobs;

two years later

government assistance still thin on the ground

and home is a cot in a cousin's house.

Barbara Bush should see them now.*

On a New Mexico reservation

a group of rusty trailers
heat like a furnace in the desert sun
and the nearest job is a half-tank of gas away.

In Michigan, production is shipped overseas
and entire families are out of work,
out of benefits,
out of time.

Hard to hang on
hard to trust
hard to believe
this is America.

 

*Barbara Bush famously said that those who lost their homes in Hurricane Katrina were "doing very well now" in shelters in Houston and other cities.

Sen. Barack Obama and Sen. Joe Biden have plans to assist the 37 million Americans currently living in poverty. Read their Blueprint for Change here.

Read other contributions to Blog Action Day here.

23 September 2008

An American sentence for Troy Davis

Church

Church glimpsed through Spanish moss, Savannah, Ga.


Update: The US Supreme Court issued a stay of execution 90 minutes before Davis was due to die. Read more here.

I've been so preoccupied with the presidential election, I didn't know about this, until my friend Rethabile emailed me today. But being late to learn about Troy Davis's fate doesn't make my sense of outrage and dismay any less.

In the United States, all too often, people - black and white - have been wrongly convicted of crimes because of tainted evidence. So the planned execution in Georgia today seems particularly reprehensible, in lieu of actual evidence and a Georgia Supreme Court justice's dissent.

Rethabile asked me to write an American sentence (17 syllables) about Troy Davis's pending death. Here are two:

Another black man in the South faces death within a flawed system.

Would they be so quick to execute, if the accused black man were white?

I grew up in the American South, where racial prejudice was rife. Civil Rights activist Morris Dees is my hero. I once worked for Amnesty International's National Campaign Office in San Francisco. And I oppose capital punishment. It is my belief that no man has the right to say who lives or dies.

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Scroll down the page for an additional post today.

14 September 2008

Don't write

Upon my return from London, waiting in the mailbox was one of Jen Lee's journals. I learned about Jen from the remarkable Jen Leman, whom I had the pleasure to meet in San Francisco. After reading Jen Lee's poem, I couldn't resist ordering her lovely journal, which is mostly blank (interspersed with a few images and quotes) to fill with one's own musings.

Here's Jen Lee's poem that made me catch my breath:

Don't write.
It's too powerful.
It might tell someone how
you feel. How you hurt.
What you don't understand.

Don't write.
It's too powerful.
It will show who you are
on the inside to the outside.
It'll blow your cover,
your nice reputation.

Don't write.
It's too powerful.
You might hurt someone's feelings.
People may not like your words.
They may attack you, or abandon you.

Don't write.
It's too powerful.
It might give others hope.
Let them know
they're not alone.
It might change minds.
Change directions.
Change the world.

So, whatever you do,
don't write.

04 September 2008

American enigma

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A house divided, Homeland Security, Savannah, Ga.

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The author of this poem about America's diversity is unknown:

"All of these you are
and all of them are you.
And each is partly false
and none is wholly true."

30 August 2008

Dicen que no hablan las plantas

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Blossom, Broughton Street, Savannah, Georgia.


Dicen que no hablan las plantas, ni las fuentes, ni los pájaros,
ni el nda consus rumores, ni con su brillo los astros.
Lo dicen; pero no es cierto, pues siempre cuado yo paso
de mi murmuran y exclaman

Ahhi va la loca sonando
con l eterna primavera de la vida y de los campos,
y ya ben pronto, bien pronto, tendra los cabellos canos
y ve temblado, aterida, que cubre la escarcha el prado. - Rosalia de Castro

They say that the plants do not speak, nor the brooks, nor the birds,
nor the waves with their roar, nor with their brillance, the stars,
So they say: but one cannot be sure, for always, when I go by,
they whisper about me and say...

...Ah, there goes the madwoman, dreaming
of the everlasting springtide of life and the fields
and yet soon, very soon, her har will be gray
and trembling, frozen, she sees that the frost is upon the grass.

23 August 2008

Heartstrings and typefaces

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Vintage violin, hand-stitched book of sonatas and 19th-century walking sticks, Anges et Demons, Cunault, France, July 2008.

When editing a batch of photos for a book project, this one reminded me of another era... A time when some romantic soul might have scrawled a note of longing and left it for an admirer to find. In that spirit, the haiku popped into my head and I "wrote" it across the photograph with "Satisfaction" script. My IT guy in Florida tells me you won't be able to see the script, unless you have the same font installed on your computer. But no matter how the words appear on your screen, the intent is the same.

Moonlight sonata
Be still this force of longing;
heartstrings out of tune.

If you're a regular reader, you already know about my passion for old typeface letters and printer's cabinets. I blame it on my newspaper days, when the smell of printer's ink infused the air with the promise of constantly-evolving news and excitement. In those days to "stop the presses" was an expensive proposition. Sadly, much of the romance once associated with newspaper publishing has wafted away - along with the smell of printer's ink - as technology has improved. Paradoxically, the quality of newspaper content has declined. More and more advertisers are embracing online publications, forcing newspapers to reduce their editorial staff.

The internet has boosted development of new typefaces used for website design and advertising. This year I was thrilled to find a website that offers unique typefaces, many with interesting stories behind their design. Based in Cambridge, Mass., My Fonts has 62,506 fonts and new ones created monthly. With so many terrific choices, I dare you to pick just one!

10 August 2008

In memoriam: Mahmoud Darwish 1941-2008

Mahmoud Darwish, the Palestinian poet of conscience, has died at 67, following heart surgery in Houston. Darwish used the power of his pen to highlight the Palestinian cause. He was harshly critical of infighting by various Palestinian factions, saying their actions lessened the prospects of a Palestinian state.

"He started out as a poet of resistance and then he became a poet of conscience,"  Palestinian lawmaker Hanan Ashrawi told the Associated Press. "He embodied the best in Palestinians... even though he became iconic, he never lost his sense of humanity. We have lost part of our essence, the essence of the Palestinian being."

The poet Naomi Shihab Nye said "Darwish is the Essential Breath of the Palestinian people, the eloquent witness of exile and belonging..."

Darwish's prize-winning poetry has been translated into more than 20 languages. Last month in San Francisco I bought his book The Butterfly's Burden, translated from Arabic by Fady Joudah. I found it impossible to choose just one poem for today's post:

"We store our sorrows in our jars, lest
the soldiers see them and celebrate the seige...
We store them for other seasons,
for a memory,
for something that might surprise us on the road.
But when life becomes normal
we'll grieve like others over personal matters
that bigger headlines had kept hidden,
when we didn't notice the hemorrhage of small wounds in us.
Tomorrow when the place heals
we'll feel its side effects."

And another...

"On the morning that will follow this siege
a girl will walk to her love
in an ornate shirt and ashen pants,
transparent in spirit like apricots
in March: Today is all ours,
all of it, my love, don't be too late
lest a raven alight on my shoulder...
And she'll bite an apple waiting for hope
waiting for a lover who,
perhaps, might not arrive."

22 July 2008

Progress

Climbing_the_stairs

Climbing the stairway home, Telegraph Hill Historic District, San Francisco.

"Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments." - John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, 1939.

Tara Bradford is traveling. In her absence, timed posts should appear.

03 July 2008

The elusive Persisting Star

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...Still elusive...Madelyn Mulvaney taking photos at the Granville Island Market in Vancouver. Rarely is she without her camera.

You may know this photographer and blogger extraordinaire through her sunny, uplifting words and unique photos. She's fond of hiding her face behind books, behind her camera, even behind a green typewriter! It's a privacy thing.

Earlier, Maddie had agreed to let her face be shown on Paris Parfait, so I posted her photo. But sometimes she is shy and she asked me to take the first photo down. So I reluctantly agreed. Maddie is not only beautiful, she's witty, smart, talented and compassionate with a warm heart and wise and generous spirit.

I could go on for ages about this remarkable woman, whose friendship is a tremendous gift in my life. We communicated for nearly two years, by email and phone before we finally met in Vancouver, British Columbia.

Maddie and I wandered around the Granville Island Market, where we had lunch al fresco, took photographs until my camera's memory was exhausted and spent too much money buying beautiful journals. We had an elegant dinner at the former speakeasy Lucy Mae Brown's and on my last evening in Vancouver, a more lively meal at a Thai restaurant in Yaletown. We exchanged gifts - including lovely treats sent from our mutual friend Gillian - in my apartment in downtown Vancouver.

We walked and talked for hours about the usual suspects: children; art; poetry; travel; photography; friendship; men. We discussed ongoing creative projects and plotted ways to meet again in our travels. We shared secrets and fears; wishes and dreams. After I returned to Paris, Maddie's detective work helped reunite two long-lost friends...someone special, who plays a key role in my upcoming novel.

Yes, there's something magical about Maddie, the bright and shining Persisting Star!

02 July 2008

Silencing the doubts

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Pink blossom, Ballastone Inn, Savannah, Georgia.


The prompt for Write on Wednesday is about how we writers handle our inner editor - in other words, banish the unwanted doubts that come to call on a regular basis.

My Aug. 26, 2006 poem Monster of Mayhem explores my feelings about doubt. But since I wrote that poem, I am kinder to myself. I studiously ignore the naysayers around me who fret about whether or not I'm doing enough - simply because they are not allowed to read my work-in-progress. I concentrate much of my energies on writing, while expanding my horizons. New doors have opened and windows of opportunity have been created. My focus has shifted, but I remain focused, with deadlines and challenges that only I can meet. And I simply don't have time to entertain that inner critic or those worriers around me who don't understand the writing process.

I am my own worst critic and I know persistence is key - following an inner vision that burns like a steady flame, driving me onwards. I must keep writing every single day, even if only a few words or thoughts scribbled in a notebook. When not writing, often I'm thinking about writing - working out various scenarios in my head. So when the critics appear - real or internal - I dismiss them. I tell them to just go away, because I am too busy creating to listen. As the Tao Te Ching says, "Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner." Of course it is impossible not to care about people's approval. But I can't let others dictate what and how I write, lest my work suffer.

As for the internal editor, that's another matter entirely. That editor tells me what to keep; what to toss that might distract from the storyline - or what might work better elsewhere. That editor helps hold my attention to the subject at hand, rather than splinter off on unnecessary tangents. Every writer needs two good editors - both the inner editor and an external one who can view one's work objectively. The old saying "two heads are better than one" particularly resonates when it comes to writing. Sometimes an editor sees something the writer has missed - or suggests a point that needs expanding or a situation requiring further explanation. Often the collaboration between a writer and editor is what makes the stories flow.

Ingrid Betancourt rescued!

And here's a real-life story that's hard to beat for pathos and drama: French-Colombian politician Ingrid Betancourt and three Americans held hostage by FARC rebels have been rescued! Colombian authorities say no one was injured in today's mission.

As FARC's highest-profile hostage for more than six years, Betancourt is said to have serious health problems. The French government has made securing her release a priority, with President Sarkozy stressing the urgency for Betancourt to receive medical treatment. Tonight Betancourt's son Lorenzo Delloye-Betancourt, told the Associated Press in Paris that his mother's release was "if true, the most beautiful news of my life."

25 June 2008

Nightingales in Berlin

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"House on fire," Vancouver, British Columbia.


This morning I was reading Katharine Mieszkowski's article in Salon about noise pollution. My poem "Nightingales in Berlin" was inspired by this excerpt:

"Modern cities can be so noisy that ornithologists have found birds warbling at the top of their lungs to be heard. Nightingales in Berlin have been documented singing up to 14 decibels louder than their counterparts in woody environs, in an attempt to make their songs audible above all the background noise. Yet the cacophony of modern life is hardly confined to metropolises like New York or Cairo, Egypt where you literally have to shout on the street to make yourself heard..."


We speak the same language,
but can you grasp my words?
Do you hear me through the noise
that makes it impossible to think
in a calm, rational manner
and just listen to the silence?

Hard to find such moments
trapped in this environmental ruckus
of car horns and accidents and shouts
amidst a dusty haze of pollution.
People everywhere struggle to cope,
living amidst an urban symphony
of false discordant notes.

In Berlin, the nightingales sing louder
trying to restore nature's balance,
where harmony is disturbed
only by birdsong
and thunder.

23 June 2008

Mauricio Planel: Bringing the social and political into art

Industrial_board_and_toy_2I was in San Francisco when I got Brazilian artist Mauricio Planel Rossiello's message, complimenting my photograph from Bastille (at left) and asking if he could use it in his work. Upon my return to Paris, I sent the photo to Mauricio.

Late last week, Mauricio forwarded me the result from Rio: a wonderful collage incorporating images from the '40s and '50s, including Catwoman and an American farmer. The collage is currently part of a cultural exhibition in Brazil.

For nearly two years, I've admired Mauricio's work, which infuses art with social and political commentary. In his work, Mauricio creates bold statements that are not only beautiful and unique, but meaningful to our lives.

"I like to get old images and give them a new life and a new history," he said. "Regarding the collages' themes, they have my social-political vision inserted in them. I think that it's important to transmit it through my work."

"I know that it's an ant working - a Brazilian expression which means what I do is small in comparsion to the worldwide media," Mauricio commented. "But it must be done if we would like to contribute to a better society."

See more of Mauricio's powerful images and illustrations at his multilingual website El Collage.

Tara_crane Copyright 2008 Mauricio Planel Rossiello.

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One of my favourite of Mauricio's collages, "Sepias," represents humans in modern society being overwhelmed and depressed by news of chaos and disaster.

"Breathing deep, raise the eyes and continue."

"Respirar hondo, levantar los ojos y seguir."

"Respirar fundo, levantar os olhos e seguir."

21 June 2008

Leave the familiar for a while

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The Filbert Street Steps, San Francisco.


Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
like a welcomed season
onto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the roof
make a new watermark on your excitement
and love.
Like a blooming night flower,
bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
and giving
upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
lie beside an equator
in your heart.
Greet yourself
in your thousand other forms
as you mount the hidden tide and travel
back home.
All the hemispheres in heaven
are sitting around a fire
chatting
while stitching themselves together
into the Great Circle inside of
you.

Hafiz poem "All the Hemispheres" from the book The Subject Tonight Is Love, translated by Daniel Ladinsky.

20 June 2008

UN Security Council agrees rape is weapon of war

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Fragile flower, Telegraph Hill, San Francisco.


At last the 15 members of the United Nations Security Council unanimously agree on something: rape is a weapon of war. The UN resolution adopted on Thursday refers to rape as "a tactic in war and a threat to international security."

UN Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon told the Council that violence against women has reached "unspeakable proportions" in some societies recovering from conflict. "Responding to this silent war against women and girls requires leadership at the national level," he said. Speakers at the council session identified the former Yugoslavia, Sudan's Darfur region, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Rwanda and Liberia as regions where deliberate sexual violence has been widespread. In the DRC, 40 women a day are raped.

On June 21, 2006 I wrote a poem Esperance, esperanza and hope about these women warriors. Nearly two years later, not much has changed. Still, they fight for survival.

10 June 2008

Keep breathing

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A private garden near Coit Tower, San Francisco. The garden features traditional roses, as well as abundant jade plants.

For the past two days, have been in the midst of a rare migraine attack, leaving me a bit melancholy. This morning I opened email to discover music and verse to match my mood. My friend Gracey sent this song and another friend sent Wendell Berry's poem The Peace of Wild Things:

"When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For the time
I rest in the grace of the world and am free."

Wishing you all a peaceful Tuesday.

P.S. Susannah has a Popsicle-bright post guaranteed to make you smile.

And in the news: the wondrous, as remains of an ancient church are discovered in Jordan and the outrageous, as the Bush administration willfully protects war profiteers from prosecution.

06 June 2008

Love - or something like it

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Words from a fairy tale in a department store window in Vancouver, British Columbia.

For the Writers Island prompt "unexpected:"

On this serendipitous journey
of the heart
take away all the issues
and look at love
or something like it:
the unexpected phenomenon
that shakes up your world
like a snow globe
and changes your view.
Everything shifts
into sharp focus and high gear;
too much in too little time.
a level of intensity
hard to sustain
with distractions and obligations
calling you elsewhere;
yet always thinking
of that open door,
flung wide to joy and possibility.
If only you were brave enough
to walk through it
and embrace happiness,
rather than hide
amidst the shadows of fear.

07 May 2008

A better way

Ben Harper's A Better Way honouring Sen. Barack Obama. Even the U.S. press pundits who deliberately have spun the race - to create news where none existed - now believe Sen. Obama will be the Democratic presidential nominee. "And no one is going to dispute it." The math doesn't lie.

05 May 2008

Mai / May / Mayo

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Guillame Apollinaire's poem about May, handwritten in French at a spring exhibition at Les Passages in Boulogne-Billancourt.

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Endless blue skies and an historic church set behind a town hall, currently under renovation near Le Bon Marche, Paris.

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Grey skies more typical of spring in Paris. Construction continues on an underground parking garage and park in my neighbourhood. The work began in 2006 and is scheduled for completion later this year.

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Bright pink hortensia softens the urban environment on Ile Saint Louis.

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Pimentos - red and green - at a local supermarket.

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A brass-and-enamel bed frame at a recent brocante. Remember the old Bob Dylan song, "Lay lady, lay - lay across my big brass bed?"

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A vintage foosball game for sale at a brocante. An excellent antiquites brocante at Place de Bastille, Paris begins later this week.

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Filling station replicas, Danish modern chairs and a mannequin.

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Hats and theatre props. And speaking of props, Europeans and Americans alike are amused by Hillary Clinton's new "guns" mailing.

Plus, that little gas tax holiday stunt Clinton keeps pushing - even though economists oppose it and both she and her husband were against it in 2000 - has earned her the rebuke of a senior member of Congress. An excerpt of George Miller's statement: "“The call by Sens. Clinton and McCain to temporarily suspend the federal tax on gasoline is a short-sighted stunt that will hurt consumers and do nothing to reduce the price of gas. American consumers and our economy need a real solution to the energy crisis, not an empty trick. You can run cars on a lot of different fuels, but snake oil isn’t one of them."

04 May 2008

Carved in stone

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A tattooed rock at Le Carrefour des Cascades in the Bois de Boulogne, Paris.

Love

Signs of love.

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Natural rock formations. Notice the bird hiding at right.

Tranquility

Tranquility at the base of the waterfall.

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A view of the waterfall's base from behind a heart-shaped rock formation.

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Water cascades down the sides of the rocks.

In many parts of this world water is scarce and precious.
People sometimes have to walk a great distance
then carry heavy jugs upon their heads.

Because of our wisdom, we will travel far for love.
All movement is a sign of Thirst.
Most speaking really says, "I am hungry to know you."

Every desire of your body is holy;
every desire of your body is Holy.
Dear one, why wait until you are dying
to discover that divine Truth?

Hafiz poem from the book "The Subject Tonight is Love" translated by Daniel Ladinsky.

29 April 2008

True romance

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An unusual shrub near Cromwell Road, London. Anyone know what kind it is?


On Monday I received this delightful message:

Hi Tara,

My name is xxxxx xxxxx, an xxxxx currently living in xxxxx (another country). I hope you don´t mind using xxxxx to contact you hoping that maybe I could get some advice from a local perspective for a special evening that has been on my mind for the last few weeks.

As it turns out, I will be visiting Paris for xxxxx days at the end of xxxxx in order to meet some potential clients my company wants to develop. My girlfriend xxxxx, who currently works in xxxxx (yet another country) will join me for the weekend and the idea is that we can spend some time together, as well as get to know this charming city.

What she doesn´t know is that I would like to take advantage of the fact that we are in such a romantic town to plan the perfect day that ends up with me asking her to marry me. This will hopefully catch her breath away :-) The problem is that I have never been to Paris so far, so here is where I would need your advice. I would really appreciate if you can recommend me some romantic spots and places that can help me build up a nice atmosphere towards the evening. I am thinking maybe a walk in a beautiful street, some gardens or parks, a nice restaurant or a traditional serenade around the river, but please, you are the expert and that is why I came to you. The keyword as you already notice: Romantic.

As you can surely imagine, I am very excited and cannot wait for this day to finally come. So, if you decide to help me in my quest you will make this romantic xxxxx the happiest man of the world.

Merci et au revoir,

(Name)

Ah, a charming man with a romantic soul... And what a lucky woman to win his heart! Practically every woman I know wishes men would make more of an effort to be thoughtful and sweet. Today I was having lunch with my friend Susan of Soozphotoz and her lovely daughter Sara on Ile Saint Louis. When I told them the story, they simultaneously exlaimed, "Aaaawwwww - how sweet!" Yes, you can bet I sent the writer a list of some of the city's most romantic rendezvous spots. And the Eiffel Tower was not on the list!

Here's another wonderful story, just in case you missed it----or need a tiny glimmer of hope.

28 April 2008

Worlds apart, bound together by Bush's folly

For the Writers Island prompt "outrageous:"

One of the most fascinating encounters I had during my last trip to London was talking with an Iraqi mini-cab driver. The minute I saw him, I knew he was an Iraqi refugee. He was wearing the usual three-piece brown suit, white shirt and tie made of cheap fabric; had carefully combed hair and a heavy douse of scent. I say this not to disparage this gentleman, but to explain that I have seen a version of him in nearly every country in the Middle East, in Europe and - more rarely - in the United States: someone who has lost nearly everything. A desperate person trying to make his way in a foreign country, with very little, while working hard to make ends meet. This particular man drives a car seven days a week to support his family.

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While moving slowly through London traffic to St. Pancras International, we chatted about war in Iraq and the American presidential election:

"The situation is so bad that most teachers, doctors and anyone who can afford it have left Iraq," the man said. "We knew when the Americans arrived that they would not be leaving anytime soon and no one was happy about that. But we worry that if American troops pull out now, Iran will seize the opening. They are always looking for a way in (and he referenced the eight-year Iran-Iraq war)...We are threatened by Turkey from the North, Iran from the South and Al-Qaida taking advantage of the chaos."

Asked why Iraqis are listening to Iran, a non-Arab country and longtime enemy, the man replied: "Only a few are listening, but they have influence with others." He said Moqtada al Sadr "gets all his weapons and support" from Iran.

We talked about the dilemma for the US, as 68 percent of Americans believe we never should have gone into Iraq and want our troops home, but have sympathy for the Iraqis' plight. Then we discussed the double-edged sword for the Iraqis, who badly need help, but resent the foreign troops' presence. He said he believes it will take "50 years" to rebuild Iraq. "The situation is so perilous that Iraqis now living outside Iraq talk about it only at dinner and when questioned by people like you," he noted. Otherwise, "we try to forget about it," he said. "It's just too horrible to think about."

He expressed concern about Iraqi deaths that often go unreported by the media. "There have been hundreds of Iraqis killed this week alone and nobody talks about it or does anything about it," he said.

He said Iraqis are watching the American election with a mixture of interest and fear. "We're worried that the next president might pull all the troops out too soon, leaving Iraq to fend for itself," he said. "The Iraqi government isn't strong enough and can't fight powerful influences of people like Moqtada al Sadr, without help from outside."

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band singing Worlds Apart in Barcelona, Spain. I had the privilege of seeing Springsteen on this same "The Rising" tour in Paris. In memoriam: Danny Federici of the E Street Band.

Outrageous battles for those who live to tell

Meanwhile, more than 120 veteran soldiers of Iraq and Afghanistan commit suicide every week, while the Bush administration delays mental health treatment and benefits to which returning troops are entitled, veterans advocates told a federal judge in San Francisco.

The rights of hundreds of thousands of veterans are being violated by the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA), "an agency that is in denial" and by a government health care system and appeals process for patients that is "broken down," Gordon Erspamer, attorney for two advocacy groups, said in his opening statement at trial. Erspamer said veterans are committing suicide at the rate of 18 a day - a number acknowledged by a VA official in a Dec. 15 e-mail. The agency's backlog of disability claims exceeds 650,000.

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27 April 2008

Wings of desire

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These photos from the London department store Selfridges "shipwreck" series remind me of one of my favourite films, Wings of Desire. The Wim Wenders film features Bruno Ganz, the late Solveig Dommartin and Peter Falk. In 1987-88, the film won numerous prizes in festivals in France, Germany and Europe, including Best Director at Cannes. The film's premise involves angels surveying the war-scarred city of Berlin. The angels listen to tortured thoughts of mortals going about their daily lives and try to comfort them. One angel desires nothing more than to become mortal, after falling in love with Marian, a beautiful trapeze artist.

My poem in homage to Wings of Desire:

The heart knows nothing
until that fateful encounter:
a seemingly chance meeting
at the right place and time
and something inside stirs.

From that first moment
the stars and planets align.
Anxiety gives way to certainty,
saying yes to all the questions
too long unasked and unanswered.

No matter that the distance
of time and space is long
and the journey ahead
fraught with challenges and obstacles
that may alter the route.

The picture in your mind's eye steady;
the path to your beloved clear.
No maps needed to find the way
to the one who understands
before a single word is spoken.

A connection forged long ago
in another lifetime
so distant from this modern realm
etched into memory's core;
written indelibly across your heart.

Shipwreck

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Check back Tuesday for photos of shipwreck-themed sculptures created especially for Selfridges, London by artist Stuart Haygarth, as well as pictures from today's Marches des Puces at Vanves, Paris.

20 April 2008

Take a risk

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A form of bungee jumping deemed safe for children at Hippodrome de Longchamp, Paris.


To one
     Who smells the sun,
          Eyes shut and tastes that rain is sweet;
Who hears
     Music, but fears
          Its presence in empty gardens; or, discreet,
Only observes
     The nerves
          And fibers of a painting - shade, technique;
What is
     Beyond analysis
          Is perilous: we must not wish to seek
And cry
     'This is what I
          Love, what I cherish!' Instead, be wary of such
Intensity
     That we
          May never be hurt or happy or anything too
much.


Poem from the novel Beginner's Greek by James Collins. For those who are sitting on the fence, afraid to take a leap forward, I encourage you to be brave. Take a risk. Dare to open your heart. Truly LIVE your life in capital letters!

13 April 2008

More alike than different

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Arched windows, Mosquee de Paris


“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.” - Rumi 1207-1273.

"You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way and the only way, it does not exist.” - Friedrich Nietzsche 1844-1900.

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” - Rumi.

10 April 2008

Time for a change in leadership

No matter what happens in Iraq, the Bush administration and John McCain always have an answer: six more months. When the "surge" began a year ago, they told America things would get better by September. In September, they said we'd know more by spring. And this week, General Petraeus is on Capitol Hill asking for -you guessed it - six more months. Senator McCain and President Bush couldn't agree more.

They don't have a plan for getting us out of Iraq, so they're trying to sell endless war on the installment plan. When questioning Gen. Patraeus and Amb. Crocker this week, Sen. Barack Obama asked fundamental questions the Bush administration has failed to answer. What does victory mean? What are our goals? What are we trying to achieve? But neither Petraeus nor Crocker could answer those key questions.

And I agree with John Ashcroft's concern that "history will not judge kindly" the news that top Bush advisors approved torture methods.

An excerpt from MSNBC's Keith Olbermann's comments regarding George W. Bush's latest machinations:

Olbemann said while Bush reduced tours of duty for our soldiers from 15 months to 12, a cruel caveat is attached: Any troops currently in Iraq or those deploying before August aren't eligible for reduced tours. Olbermann takes Bush to task for claiming troop morale would plummet "if we were to lose in Iraq" by not fulfilling HIS goals. He reminded viewers that last year alone some 120 soldiers committed suicide and for them, "the war is already over."

”Last year he (Bush) escalated the war in Iraq; today he announced that there would be de-escalation beyond July, yet somehow stood there with a straight face and lied about how he was withdrawing troops. Now, that was hardly the lone instance of dissembling, tortured logic, sophistry and outright dishonesty in Mr. Bush’s latest sugar-coating of the undeniable and unforgivable fact that he is continuing to arrange for the needless deaths of American heroes.”

And sadly, once again Bill Clinton is telling tall tales.

31 March 2008

Risking your life to save it

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Contemplating flight, Square des Batignolles, 17th arrondisement, Paris


For the Writers Island prompt "gamble," this poem was inspired by tough choices:

It's a gamble:
Risk a leap of faith
or stay safe,
secure in the nest
lined with bright bits
of cloth and paper
and glittery accents
that sparkle and shine
in the midday sun
and glow
in the moonlight.
A retreat of your own making:
beautiful as it is,
still a virtual prison,
making it impossible
to spread your wings,
fly free
and embrace destiny.

23 March 2008

Deja vu

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An Islamic fabric remnant has survived centuries virtually intact, L'Institut du Monde Arabe, Paris.


This "deja vu" poem for Writers Island is based on the idea of a reunion with a soulmate:


Deja vu - it's you!
That same face that won my heart
nearly a lifetime ago.
All these years later,
I remember the thrill
we felt from that first moment:
exactly the same reaction now,
with an added frisson of fear.
Time has taught us
that overwhelming joy
comes with a high price,
often difficult to bear.
Others don't understand
or care about the magic
that infuses every breath
in each other's presence
or the sense of wholeness
and completion
we feel when we are together.
Friends and family worry only
about convention and appearances
that fit into their pre-conceived notions
of appropriateness;
love simply doesn't enter into the equation.
Yet for us, love has never wavered,
despite too much space and distance
and bad timing and wrong decisions,
made in haste and defiance
when practical choices were limited.
So here we are again:
living proof that one doesn't choose love;
it chooses you.
From the moment our eyes first met,
a flame leapt to life in both our hearts.
And all the intervening years
and oceans of tears
have failed to extinguish that fire.
How can we say goodbye - again?

19 March 2008

No more war!

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Vintage military-issue pith helmets at the recent brocante at Chatou, France.

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This post is part of the March 19 Blogswarm against the Iraq War - a group of bloggers opposing the war in Iraq and calling for a full withdrawal of troops from Iraq.

Five years. Over one million dead. To date, over $522 billion spent, with another $70 billion allocated for 2008 and hidden costs set to skyrocket up to $3 trillion, according to Columbia University economist Joseph E. Stiglitz and Harvard lecturer Linda Bilmes.

Perhaps the cruelest tragedy is that all this death, destruction and chaos is based on 935 deliberate lies. Here's my anti-war poem:


NO MORE WAR!


No more war
and senseless bloodshed
for the lies of a feckless government
and their greedy corporate friends.
No more horrific deaths
of soldiers and civilians alike,
innocents
caught up in relentless mayhem
of bombs and explosions.
No more journalists and aid workers
killed or kidnapped
while trying to help
heal the wounded beast:
a country whose complex history
suggests no easy solutions.
Insurgents seek to undermine
every opportunity for peace
while corrupt leaders
squabble like bickering children
and fail to govern,
relying on us.
No more children taught to hate
and trained to kill
to avenge their fathers
brothers and sisters.
No more vicious cycles
of violence and rage
fueled by extremists and fanatics,
who take advantage of the
rich man's thirst for oil
to suppress and stamp out
any semblance of peace and normalcy,
abusing power for their own ends.
No more war.
No more weeping into open graves
or risking life and limb to buy food.
No more no-bid contracts
awarded to Cheney's cronies
who grow fat and wealthy,
yet projects remain on hold
as the danger escalates.
No more tall tales
fed like pablum to the mainstream media,
then duly reported to a gullible public.
No more mothers' tears and fathers' sorrow
for children struck down
while walking home from school.
No more injured soldiers
flying home to no jobs
and post-traumatic stress,
then losing their homes
paying for urgent medical care.

No more lies
No more spin
Tell the truth
STOP THE WAR!