Sunday, January 30, 2011
Speciesism
Monday, January 24, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
You Will Hear Thunder
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.
-Anna Akhmatova
Long Walk to Freedom
"I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one's head pointed toward the sun, one's feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death."
— Nelson Mandela
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A New England
This is a poem about women and children
being taken away in black trains,
about happiness and the catcher in the
rye.
This is a poem about human rubbish and
flowers; cancer, names, candle wax.
Final poems to people who got thrown away.
This is about God weeping and pushing diazepam down
his throat, God wearing feathers and lipstick and
snorting coke.
God on a bad line saying goodbye,
dear lover goodbye, i love you, goodbye.
- Emily Golightly
Monday, January 3, 2011
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