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So it comes to this –
Look back right now
your whole life
all that done, not done, un-done
and all that resulted –
you did the best you could
and maybe no one ever said that to you
and maybe no one ever will
but you
and when you do,
say that to yourself,
observe fearlessly
and you ‘ll know its true
you did the best you could
quiet
soft
acceptance
the beginning of peace
In front of Tabei, who had already cleared numerous danger spots while also coping with the physical and mental stresses of high-altitude climbing, was an icy, knife-edge ridge forming part of the border of Nepal and China.
She would have to make a downward traverse of this ridge for about 14 or 15 meters — knowing that one mistake would send her plunging 5,000 meters on the northern, Chinese side or down to around 6,400 meters on the Nepalese side, where she could just see her Japanese Women’s Everest Expedition’s Camp II. http://www.japantimes.co.jp/life/2012/05/27/people/junko-tabei-the-first-woman-atop-the-world/#.U394aoZLuJM
“also the first woman to climb the “Seven Summits”: the highest mountains on seven continents.
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La la la la la
I am rolling on the waves
on the waves
on the waves
I am rolling on the waves
far away from shore
The sun is shining not too strong
not too strong
not too strong
The sun is shining not too strong
far away from shore
Happy dolphins guiding me
guiding me
guiding me
Happy dolphins guiding me
far away from shore
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High school beauty
eyes so deep
rob my breath
Tall long lean
able to stand
hours in the rain
Forty years later
recognizing ghosts
almost say hello
realize
what for
Could She But Think of Cape Cod
Sand spray ridges
Heartbeat trombone ocean
still out of sight
flavours
her hair
Sifting down out to the open beach
Opalized stones
Darker lighter sand
Crazy north east breakers
Bit by bit
Unnecessaries trail
Shoes Coat
Shirt Skirt
Polka dot bra unmatched pink panties
A string of moonish pearls
Returned
we were doing something with horses
not riding or roping
just putting our hands on them
feeling the sunlight through them
and smiling
See I was taught that democracy takes courage. The courage to allow the rights of the other. Not only their right to exist but their rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That it takes democratic courage to allow the other a voice, a choice, a privacy, an equality.
The belief that majority rules is erroneous with regards to true democracy. Otherwise everything depends on the personal belief of the many. This is only might makes right, this is not democracy. Democracy is the courage of all to allow the human and civil rights of all.
The question we should be asking people is – do you really want to live in a country where the your rights and the rights of others may justifiably be revoked every time the majority demographic shifts?
Today when I look at my country that’s what I see. Rather than the…
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ARTEMISIA – ABSINTHIUM
The red spiders with long legs
Do not fear her
As they make their way around the worm wood
Knowing this is home.
From foraging into damp shade
They come with tender spider joy
Happy to be safe.
Knowing if they trespass
Her milky white wrists
They will be met
With only laughter
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poem originally published by Lapwing Press, Belfast in the book Searches For Magic by PD Lyons 2001
photo by pd lyons of a poster in the Casa Bacchus Wines Litchfield Connecticut
a most excellent place to explore and indulge in
sometimes we forget to go
sometimes we forget the land needs healing
the dead cannot be denied, nor should they
sometimes we believe by hating we will heal
sometimes we believe by fear we will over come
I cannot do this
I refuse to do this
I will go to every Auschwitz, every slave pit, every Hiroshima, Guantanamo, wounded knee, Normandy,
every Nanking every Tibet every Gaza strip
every lepers broken heart
I will not turn away
not for all the political correctness in the western world
and to all those who ask
all those who demand
all those who threaten
I’ve nothing to say –
‘cept fuck you and your cowardly way
So one of the cool things about haunting second hand shops is the accidental discovery of very wonderful things. Sometimes a rare book, sometimes a masterpiece by james joyce for a dollar, sometimes museum quality Matisse for a tenner…. Maybe you know what i mean? So on this particular day in a goodwill shop in Torrington Ct. Shelly picked up this 2cd set called Canon by Ani DiFranco. I had never heard of Ani DiFranco but it was half a buck so we bought more than 2hours of Ani for fifty cents and it was a treasure! So below is the links to a video and the lyrics of one of my many favorites on the set. She is a woman we should know, an artist who is so cool for me to know
“Untouchable Face”
so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can’t even tell me that much
two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer’s always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y’know, i don’t look forward
to seeing you again soon
you’ll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won’t know what to do
and i won’t know what to say
except fuck you…
i see you and i’m so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there’s a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there’s a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying
is fuck you…
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