Carolina Wren

Carolina Wren

This time a solitary wren perches on
power lines that divide purple-blue sky,
slicing rhombi, diamonds, thin rectangles,
pushing geometry into a regular autumn
morning. This makes you wonder how birds
keep their feet warm in countries with no
power, or how people survive on a hundred
bucks a year, or where refugees go when war
hits. Our wren flies, a speck, ever smaller
as she finds her way. Given our superior
brain capacity, how is it we cause misery
across the planet while creatures so small
live, content to take their share peacefully?

 

 

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Iroquois Poem

Iroquois Poem

A sea of birches between farms,
Sanctuary in white.
Away from streets, the crowds, alarms,
Here squirrels and birds in flight.

The forest, innate beauty everywhere,
City dwellers breathe disease pollution,
So we cut each other’s throats, as air
Requires thyroid cancer solution.

The dirge is decades long:
Plastic countries float.
No one hires the jobless throng
To clean it up by boat.

Or live a life without the stuff
Both profitable and convenient.
What bravery it takes to call the bluff
To live in thanks, with knee bent.

Not behind a pew in church
But out where the blue ridge calls,
Swim in the lakes, canoe in search
Of striders, Bash Bish Falls.

Vanishing wilderness calling out
Destroyed in many ways.
How to stop the money louts
Who control both night and day.

“You can’t have fun without spending
Lots of fuel and alcohol money.”
Without cash, misery never ending,
Left out of social lives, not funny.

So we slave in plants that add
To the natural decline.
End up in debt, if we only had
Stayed with our plow, the time

Spent working land would lead
My son and others to know how
Creation is meant to be.
Oh, what will we do now

That to live a natural life
Is too hard to do.
Now farmers commit suicide
With patented seed bills due,

Even those who work the land
Must ante-up to rotten banks.
Join us outside globalized bands
Bow down, give the creator thanks.

 

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Water

Water

One more walk, rain, walk
But this time the sprinklers that
Never stop watering sidewalks
Stop. Eight hundred fifty seven
Trips by these sprinklers, which
Water the sidewalks at a school
That, moneyless, blows $85 M
Per annum on Public Relations and
Administration, finally yields a view
Of recalcitrance: black tubes
Back into the earth in the middle
Of a rain. It doesn’t stop blonde
Hair from being tossed back, or
Bikes from hitting pedestrians, or
Green sports coats, yellow ties from
Entering business classes. But the hope
That one day someone will shut
Off the lights at the pool glimmers
In the minds of the living.

Water II

No Bananafishing today J.D.
Just another scrap of laughter
In the middle of one hundred
Days-in-a-row of living death.
Almost no one is right anymore.
Money is the orgasm, orgasms
Are inhibited by AIDS, AIDS
Keeps the population down un-
Naturally, so why go to war?
War feeds the rich, the rich feed
Themselves. Hockey players buy
Raytheon, Raytheon builds Patriots,
Patriots kill when ordered to
But feel bad when they realize
A hundred thousand “men-in-sheets”
Running away have been shot down.
Bush buries a dog that died
From drinking water that never
Became a priority on Capitol Hill.

Water III

Blue is no longer good enough
To squelch the ugly feelings
That persist through fog’s insistence
In the pastoral green suburbs of
Alachua County Florida. Services
To farmers will now be discontinued
As the city merges outward to
Expand its fading tax base. The
Poor, if they are downtown, will
Not get better schooling because
The real problem, of course, is law
And order. The recent (1990)
Attempts to form gestapos have
Only been denied by the narrowest
Of margins. Barbara, your husband
Is a fascist. So please don’t drink
The water, unless it’s jugged in
Plastic which keeps the Exxon
Floating down a waterway near you.

Water IV

Execution replaces caring in
Societies gone mad, where the
Idea of rehabilitation threatens to
Take away the jobs of racist police
Pretenders who offer few excuses
For their deeds, so often brutal.
But if L.A. and Mammy think the
Problem is lack of order, wait ’til
They find themselves without drinking
Water. The business of water is
Clearly Canadian, a group that owns
The rights to sell, in moderation,
Water from the north. For now its
Fancy Cola, but soon this rare
Commodity will falsify A. Smith.
Chicago will have it listed on the
B.O.E., and drinkers everywhere
Will be beholden, as farmers
Are today, to the trading pits.

Water V

The light gray elm remaining
Is dark, it rains today.
Smug tie-dyed pseudo-philosophers
Prance in the warmth of winter,
Believing nature’s last gasp a fun
Time. Explain why cars get less
Than 100 MPG. Explain why trains
Have been usurped by trucks and
Japanese MPVs. Listen to yourself
Justify the oil glut and go off
To die for someone else’s greed,
As the shinning path demolishes
One more village while quick
Decisions earn millions in less
Than pristine Salomon accounts.
How do you like the fact that
Everything’s a lie? “The battle is not
Between Democracy and Communism,
But Democracy and Capitalism.”

Water VI

Here, at the school where once
Every six years the sprinklers go
Off, you can get suspended for
Practicing the right to free speech:
Expelled for persisting to do so.
The idea that a university would
Founder free-thinking is too much
Under the mercury umbrella of
Late-century conservatism. If
Water makes it to 2050 then
Jump for joy and laugh at the
Whining contained herein. But
Don’t expect all-correcting nature
To save it for you. The idea of
Bringing children into this is repulsive.
Save your relationships some other way!
When water prices fluctuate at the
Whim of investors, you’ll see how
Dear the price of living can get.

 

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Armistice is Only Words Away

Armistice is only Words Away

Red and yellow leaves smash above remaining green
On brittle trees stressed by drought.
The fall crop grows together from fear.
War ruins the party here, starving refugees move out.

Warm sun parches grass to dust in Chapel Hill.
Light kills. News disrupts gentle walks.
Two thousand one claims close lives, no way to hide
The reign death’s image starts with superficial talk.

Peaceful winds entice lovers bent on keeping war at bay.
Rice is blown to bits, extreme starvation, war means war.
The dissidents’ Gulag hut awaits activist Americans,
And “your flag decal won’t get you into heaven anymore.” 1

Three deer caught in lights that look like monster’s eyes.
Nature, fraught with tarmac, endures another “bombs away.”
Scream , young angst poets. Wipe the cynical smirk off and scream!
One life to infect your neighborhood. One chance only: today.

1- John Prine, 1969.

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The Sewol, by Joan Barasovska

The Sewol

There are 206 bones in the adult human skeleton, also in the teenage human skeleton.
Thousands of them rest thousands of feet below the ocean’s surface where chunks of a ferry float, where cranes prospect when the sea is calm.
The children’s lost bones must be buried in dry ground; their parents are frantic to bury what is already buried.
Photos in the paper of mothers and fathers, heads bent, hands covering their faces, and we hear the short cell phone calls from the children: I love you, goodbye.
In the paper, the suicide note of the principal, who survived, offering his ashes to the sea:
“Perhaps I should be a teacher for those children in the other world.”
The orders were to stay, to keep to your room, to your bed, to obey.
They obeyed.
The grownups fled in lifeboats, the children stayed and stayed.
Their ghost teacher may reach them in a year or a century.
They can only wait.

 

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Follow Your dreams (with update)

My family lived in the Haudenosaunee “Chosen Place” in the summer. It is called Canandaigua. In that place many tales from the past continued. The tale of the Great White Snake, the Tales of Handsome Lake, the spiritual leader who preached a way for Natives and Europeans to get along, and some of the rules that were sacred to the Native Americans the French labeled Iroquois.

One rule was that all major decisions were “tossed across the fire” until everyone agreed that the right decision was made. It meant that a 12-year-old, lacrosse-playing novice could be the lone hold out about a major decision, and until his mind was swayed, the decision was on hold. This type of consensus may be impossible in today’s “democracy” but what’s going on in democracy in the USA is a long way from the Federalist Papers idea of democracy.

The US System of government, was, in fact modeled after the Iroquois version, in which tribes, clans and individuals could petition the decisions.

It’s been a long time since citizen Ralph Nader or anyone else, like Mr. Brady (see failed anti-gun legislation) was taken seriously by government, if their proposals meant even the slightest less profit, and even the slightest more sharing of wealth, or preserving the environment, or bringing back mass transportation in the 70 cities in which GM, Firestone and Standard Oil conspired to buy up the local trains and replace them with busses during the depression of the 1930s when they could also find cheap labor to tear up the tracks(eventually of course, cars became the nearly exclusive transportation vehicles).

Nader’s Environmental Protection Agency has become a politicized laboratory doing testing on animals. Ooops.

1) FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS : there was only one crime I know of that was punished by banishment from a tribe (a de facto death penalty) back in the day. And that was against those who failed to follow their dreams. Compare this to today’s corporate culture in which following your dreams (except in the most enlightened places) is pretty much disallowed. Why was this so important? Because those who do NOT follow their dreams become a drain on society. They are bitter, angry and maybe even become insane when their dreams are denied. And why would one deny their dreams in a culture that hardly had money at all? Who knows, maybe for love. Maybe they fell in love with someone who INSISTS that they follow not their own dream, but their lover’s dream. Well both could get kicked out then I guess.

We live in a time when from the first day of elementary school, students are taught to pass a test. A test developed by corporations who need people to think the way they do. And that means, be greedy, work for the profit on ONLY their company, do little to help others outside the company, etc. Which university you get into depends on how well you follow the edicts of THE CORPORATIONS’ tests, and then which university you graduate from has a lot to do with where you will work. and in the USA not even 30% of the people have a bachelor’s degree. And their job prospects have dimmed considerably since so many skilled and non skilled labor jobs have been shipped to low-paying countries, like China.

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2) Making love is the highest homage to God. This is because to make a baby completes the Creators dream of seeing how well human beings will do with the earth he has given us. Oh? Then at least we are not doing very well. Unlike the Christians, who profited immensely by killing Islamists in the Crusades, and then quite a bit more so by creating genocide in North and South America (3000 cultures were wiped out, and many of the languages are gone now too) who felt that love making was not a holy experience (unless I guess you want to count the Catholic Priests who must believe homosexual rape of choir boys is holy, but since no baby-making is likely, then NO THIS IS NOT HOLY).

3) Make everyone in the tribe feel that their contribution is the MOST important thing for the tribe. The chief used to visit the lacrosse-stick makers every day. These were people who, though maybe not as smart, were gifted with their hands. Maybe not warrior material, but so so so important to the tribe. Without those sticks, how could men train for war? Without being ready for war, who knows when the next Mohawk attack could come. (Of Course the Peacemaker, a Huron, once came into Haudenosaunee lands and convince the five tribes, Mohawk, Oneida, Cayuga, Onandaga and Seneca, to create a peace, which they did, and it lasted 3500 years apparently).

So, when everyone feels like their contribution is equal and very important, they are happy.

4) Grow beans, corn and squash.

5) Never hide anything from children. Let them play and find out about nature on their own. They will learn what they need to learn by asking elders and by observing. Do not force one way of thinking on anyone.

6) Always learn from those who live life a different way. This is how the Natives were predisposed to helping the White Folks who showed up and would have certainly perished in the early winters.– hence Thanksgiving. Some thanks the tribes got later on.

Delight in the idiosyncrasies of others. Instead of being judgmental (we’ll leave that to the Creator) learn form the different ways people live their lives. Their is no reason to belittle someone just because they go through life a different way. In fact, delighting in, finding humor in, and learning from other people’s ways only increases your ability to follow your dreams. Having met an unusual person, you may realize that parts of their ways would improve your own way of doing things.

So, when you have a friend or meet someone who goes through life acting like a fool, take the time to find out WHY they are acting like a fool. You may soon realize they have a good reason for acting like a fool, and it may cause you to be more foolish yourself. Well, nothing like a fool to brighten up a meeting.

7) Always gives thanks to the creator when eating another animal or even dandelion leaves. THANKSGIVING for what we have. Without this, some will take advantage of this earth for their own profit.

8) People over profit.

9) Everything is its own God. The Creator gave each living thing, from a blade of grass to a human being, innate abilities to thrive, not thrive, or perish. If one Oak tree grows higher than another, it is a sign that the tree wanted to get more out of life, thus no two things are the same. This principle is vital to understanding Haudenosaunee culture, and that of many Native American tribes. If each thing has been given certain powers, some limited, others vast, then it is up to the individual to make the most of what the Creator gave them, and this leads to more principles.

10) Do not rely on others to solve your problems. Doing so is an afront to the Creator, and creates problems for the tribe. In certain situations of course, there must be a team effort to make the best of a bad problem.

11) There is no Hell.  Since the Creator created everything, everything goes back to meet the Creator when they die.  Some with heads held up, other in shame.  This concept opens the way for genuine rehabilitation of those acting in bad ways.  Even those who have committed the worst crimes, like murder, will end up slaves to the wronged family, and may, through their own hard work, be freed any time the family deems he or she is ready to have their own place in society.  In moderns terms, this boils down to “no jail.” Yes it puts a burden on tribe members to deal with the problems a person has created, but those same tribe members should have been supporting each human so that they would not turn to crime.  Thus, if the clans or tribes are small enough, supportive enough, following other rules of inclusion, crimes are rare.  Anyone thinking about a crime could always “through it over the fire’ and be told exactly why the abhorrent idea should not be carried out.

 

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Follow Your Dreams

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My family lived in the Haudenosaunee “Chosen Place” in the summer. It is called Canandaigua. In that place many tales from the past continued. The tale of the Great White Snake, the Tales of Handsome Lake, the spiritual leader who preached a way for Natives and Europeans to get along, and some of the rules that were sacred to the Native Americans the French labeled Iroquois.

One rule was that all major decisions were “tossed across the fire” until everyone agreed that the right decision was made. It meant that a 12-year-old, lacrosse-playing novice could be the lone hold out about a major decision, and until his mind was swayed, the decision was on hold. This type of consensus may be impossible in today’s “democracy” but what’s going on in democracy in the USA is a long way from the Federalist Papers idea of democracy.

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Can Korean, or any other Culture Avoid Being Homogenized via Globalization?

Saving Korean culture is going to be left in the hands of generations who spend an entire lunch on their smart phones. A lunch, mind you, at which three old friends have re-united after a long semester in universities spread all over the country.

If the attention spectrum of our youth is so fractured, and less and less sign up for drum troops, play traditional instruments, sing Pansori or Throt, or, importantly, paint, write or dance in the old ways, the old ways will disappear.

Korea has long been occupied: by China, Mongolia, China, Japan and now the USA. Even though many households, especially in Joellanamdo still stick to Confucian rules, the attraction of the occupiers cannot be denied. We still name our children using Chinese characters, wear Hanboks at weddings, eat rice cake cookies and Kimchi; but the current overthrow of Korean culture may be complete.

Here’s why: other than initial wars, one culture can be overthrown via language, religions and, alarmingly, popular culture.

Remember the brave folk singers who helped topple dictators here? The same type minstrels also helped end the Vietnam War in the USA. Where are they now? They’ve been shut out of contracts and replaced by KPOP, and overtly sexual form of song and dance that repeats both disco (USA 1970s) and the boy bands of the 80s and 90s, like New Kids on the Block and ‘N’ Synch. Lyrics such as “Baby One More Time,” or “Mister Mister” are not giving Korea a wholesome reputation around the world. Even Gangnam Style was full of meanings formerly considered vulgar in Korea.

This is not a matter of old fashion or conservative values, but a plea for people to think about how many other cultures have been lost via globalization, genocide, slavery, greed. Of all the cultures to copy, the USA does not come to mind as a particularly wise choice. The country has invaded other countries 90 times since World War II. Its education and health care systems are, except at universities, abominable, or they cost more than most can afford. Private hospitals have already crept into the Korean system.

There are many examples of creative and performing artists keeping traditional Korean ways alive, but the youth of Korea is headed in another direction. As sure as the Ajummas one day will stop showing up on streets or in traditional markets, taking on American ideals will lead to higher crime rates, a wider gap between rich and poor, and a greater dependency on globalized trade, rather than being self sufficient. Such dependencies assure the further erosion of Korean culture in favor of “world culture” meaning US values.

Music and movies, along with TV occupy the brain cells with “entertainment” that makes people numb with vapid content. Add to this Text Messaging and PC Games, and Korea’s lost generation is already 40 years old!

English, for the broad majority of workers, is not necessary. President Park Gun Hye took it off the KSAT university exam. It’s a start, but maybe too little, too late. I believe foreign language education is vital for brain development, as is music. But, by adopting the USA’s language, culture (note Kim Ki Duk’ movies) and horrifying religions, Korea’s past and future contributions to world culture are and will be collaborations, at best.

Catholic missionaries and others have been in Korea since long before the War of North and South. They have, along with capitalism, changed Korea from a culture in which everyone shared and knew each other, into a “my dogma is better than your dogma” religious Olympics. This, above all, threatens Buddhism. Koreans may be skeptical of Buddhism, but its core values are more peace loving and aware of the environment than Christians have ever been (Quakers excepted).

Here, only the most conservative flocks such as Seventh Day Adventist (SDA) Jehova’s Witness, and right-winged Presbyterians (huh?) and others represent a real threat. The SDA offers people jobs in the food industry in trade for piety. Do we need such a radical church controlling our food supply or educating our children? This portends a robot culture akin to Pyeung Yang’s.

Almost every war since 800AD has been started by Christians, including the 3000 cultures wiped out via genocide in South and North America. Note “12 Years a Slave,” the 2014 Oscar winner for best movie, in which Christian teachings are preached to slaves that are kept in line with bullwhips and hangings.

No other religion inspires hypocrisy so completely. President Bush had to switch from Methodist to Baptist in order to keep his head up in Church, when the Methodists condemned his wars. He was the first sitting President to switch religions in US history. He kept going while his policies including killing innocent civilians and torture. President Lee Myung Bak kept going to Presbyterian church though eight protesters died at the wrong end of his water cannons, trying to keep very old us Beef out of Korea.

Good luck Korea, invaded in so many ways. Sharing and loving have been traded for big money and plastic surgery. Korean women no longer will marry a farmer or fisherman or wonderful man, unless they have money. This is dreadful.

Eagle Pond Farm

Eagle Pond Farm

October in New Hampshire means colored leaves for kicking.
Donald kicks a few heading into town for cheese.
He notices that the antique dealer, once again, announced
The coming of winter by changing his sign. It now reads:
“Driveways Plowed, Reasonable Rates.” The type of
De-evolution Donald appreciates.

Standard time ensures contrast, as autumn’s last bonfire
Sends a leaf-shaped spark into the air.
A simple way of life is free to walk around without inspection:
So Donald does. He checks out of Najur’s General Store
With Gouda and N.Y. Sharp Cheddar tucked away.
He climbs up the knoll then down the driveway to the farm.
He kicks a pine cone to the safety of the woods.
He exhales steam that quickly disappears.
He can almost see ice forming on the pond.

 

 

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James,of Manning South Carolina

James of Manning, South Carolina

I’ll bet you think the caste system
Is reserved for India or the far east,
But what of the American man
Who volunteers to sweep

The butts and trash you throw away
From the sidewalks and lots:
Then he comes inside to ask if
You can spare a fiver from the slot.

Of course you can’t but you
Give him a hot cup and he goes away.
Which he does because there are
Other lots to sweep today.

I’ll bet you think your job is safe
Handing out donuts, coffee and tea.
It’s not if the boss across the street
Picks a foreign locality.

And what of the man who sweeps so well
And his kids who he never sees?
Do you ever stop to think or tell
Of his life of misery?

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Atlas Shrugged

Atlas Shrugged
(BB #6)

Lotus leaves in fountain pools behind the
Metropolitan Art Museum reflect sun rays,
but not in ways Monet would understand.
Cellos ascend to bless the ears of diners
from the donor class, while those lily pads
and lotus landings resonate on levels only
guessed at by geniuses and amateurs alike.
Room after room after room after room after
room stun mere humans with the peak
moments of nearly all the masters: ancient
relics full of universal hum. Feeling visitors
tear up, once cynical multi-cultural couples
soften in amazement. The hoity-toity mingle
with Asian tourists in a surreal scene Yves
Tanguey would get a kick out of. But it’s the
quiet ripples in the pool out back, the tumbling
leaf in the now-safe park, the sad chatter
of the magnet peddler whose addiction isn’t
clear, but whose profit must be small, that fill
sensory memory to capacity.

 

 

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Arable Spring and Two Haiku

Arable Spring

The gap grows wider at the top
And at the bottom too.
The middle also takes a flop
Because the jobs have moved.

Forget-thee-not inflation
Especially food and fuel
Which at present escalation
Leave the masses eating gruel.

Will sharing return to unite
The wage-slaves in such massive debt?
Capitalism already ignites
“austerity” protests that get

Larger, and longer with tear gas
And back-up police at the ready.
But fighting the system won’t last
Yet growing our food is rock steady.

It just takes imagination
And the ability to grow a team.
Voila, no more job stagnation,
Just hard work and following dreams.

The idiots who own the world
Have sunk us all due to their greed.
Protest will never unfurl
In time for us to be freed.

Energy wasted on change
Should be put into working the land.
Only neighbors can rearrange
To align the Creator’s plan.

Villagers already have fun
While the industrialized work.
Once money has ended its run,
Nature will make its own perks.

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Rumble on you jets
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Ggachi squawks, builds a
nest, pecks at sand, warns its friends
of dangerous men.

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Haiku, April 22, 2014

A girl in stripes walks
Down ferry stairs holding her
Brothers hand. Last time.

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The teary-eyed girl,
Eyes darting back and forth is
Alive. No one else.

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To live is to die
Spiritual advisor says.
Not so on this day.

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The last frogs of spring
Croak, overheated,search, like
Us, for long-lost love.

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Ocean’s deep sleep sprouts
Islands. Ice now moves causing
Fault lines to open.

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Thin legs, tight pants move
To start work. Love is a job
In these sad, sad times.

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Wet mop moves, rhythmic
Words hypnotize, lily bloom
Observes patiently.

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White witches converge
To cure forty year curse. Chants
Radiate shakras.

 

 

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Flicker

Flicker

Choppers, loud, descend toward lantern-lit roof,
find a technical college student studying chemistry by
flickering light, gun by his side, now pulled up, now
riddled mercilessly, body collapses. He had just spoken
about the uncertainty of life in Baghdad, had chuckled
nervously about no food, no electricity, no peace, no way
to sneak to school without risking death. His machine gun
got him killed. Not a militiaman, nor fundamentalist, nor
Baathist, nor anyone who killed, still, he was on a roof
in Baghdad. Imagine – twenty flickering years, 1986-2006:
born during the Iran War, five for Desert Storm, but strong
enough to survive radiation-coated bombs, sanctions,
befouled Tigress, Euphrates, a sewer. Dead now, just as true
love emerged, up from ashes, against customs, past pressures
of overbearing religion, only to be squelched from above: The
Creator as “Deus-Ex-Machine-Gun-Us.” Surely heaven awaits.

 

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Ode To Horace Mann

Ode to Horace Mann

Be ashamed to die until you have won some
victory for humanity. – Horace Mann

Be aware that energy is life, save some for your kids.
Be afraid that our minds are bent by news, not books.
Be awed by the healing power of the simple purple cone flower.
Be awake before the bombs drop, before the money rules.
Be agile: live in a town that walks and bikes to work and play.
Be amused by ants and birds, goats and potato fields, lilacs and sycamores.
Be angry only long enough to solve the problem, then move on.
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

 

 

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