Julio 22, 2004

the war prayer

O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle -- be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it -- for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen."

Mark Twain

Posted by naomi at 05:22 PM

Julio 21, 2004

somewhere in alabama

Posted by naomi at 02:29 PM

Julio 18, 2004

art with a capital H

I shall look forth from my window, the laburnum and the mountain-ash becoming mere silhouettes in the foreground of my vision. I shall look forth and, in my remoteness, appreciate the distant pageant of the world. Humanity will range itself in the columns of my morning paper. No pulse of life will escape me. The strife of politics, the intriguing of courts, the wreck of great vessels, wars, dramas, earthquakes, national griefs or joys; the strange sequels to divorces, even, and the mysterious suicides of land-agents at Ipswich -- in all such phenomena I shall steep my exhaurient mind. Delicias quoque bibliothecae experiar. Tragedy, comedy, chivalry, philosophy will be mine. I shall listen to their music perpetually and their colours will dance before my eyes. I shall soar from terraces of stone upon dragons with shining wings and make war upon Olympus. From the peaks of hills I shall swoop into recondite valleys and drive the pigmies, shrieking little curses, to their caverns. It may be my whim to wander through infinite parks where the deer lie under the clustering shadow of their antlers and flee lightly over the grass; to whisper with white prophets under the elms or bind a child with a daisy-chain or, with a lady, thread my way through the acacias. I shall swim down rivers into the sea and outstrip all ships. Unhindered I shall penetrate all sanctuaries and snatch the secrets of every dim confessional.

Max Beerbohm

Posted by naomi at 09:52 AM

Julio 17, 2004

saturday night special

Hand guns are made for killin'
Ain't no good for nothing else;
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself.
So why donít we dump 'em, people,
To the bottom of the sea
Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me.

Lynyrd Skynyrd

Posted by naomi at 01:58 PM

Julio 15, 2004

cowgirl delusions

Posted by naomi at 09:04 AM

Julio 14, 2004

can't stop the sun

hey mister business man
be sure to wash your hands
be careful where you stand
'cause life goes on and on and on

and you may think it's all over
but there'll be more just like me
who won't give in
who'll rise again
can't stop a man from dreaming
on and on and on. . .

Tom Petty

Posted by naomi at 08:18 AM

Julio 12, 2004

heron rises

And especially it is wonderful
that the summers are long
and the ponds so dark and so many,
and therefore it isn't a miracle

but the common thing,
this decision,
this trailing of the long legs in the water,
this opening up of the heavy body

into a new life: see how the sudden
gray-blue sheets of her wings
strive toward the wind; see how the clasp of nothing
takes her in.

Mary Oliver

Posted by naomi at 09:21 AM

Julio 11, 2004

fungal in the jungle

Posted by naomi at 08:07 PM

Julio 08, 2004

gladdest thing

Everybody wants to be a hero
Or a savior of small things
I want to be a champion of evening
To forget not the beauty of the in-betweens.

Every one of us an orphan
Our bodies born from dust of the stars
We can comfort each other in this place
I can look into your eyes
And see my own face.

Deb Talan

Posted by naomi at 09:07 AM

Julio 05, 2004

rocking in the free world

Colors on the street
Red, white, and blue
People shuffling their feet
People sleeping in their shoes
There's a warning sign in the road ahead
There's a lot of people saying we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try forget them any way I can

Keep on rocking in the free world...

Neil Young

Posted by naomi at 09:08 AM

Julio 03, 2004

no shelter from the tongues of cattle


Posted by naomi at 06:30 PM

Julio 02, 2004

cold turkey

Human beings are chimpanzees who get crazy drunk on power. By saying that our leaders are power-drunk, am I in danger of wrecking the morale of our soldiers fighting and dying in the Middle East? Their morale, like so many bodies, is already shot to pieces. They are being treated, as I never was, like toys a rich kid got for Christmas.

Kurt Vonnegut

Posted by naomi at 05:38 PM

Julio 01, 2004

the heart is a large container

Posted by naomi at 06:19 PM

epitaph on a tyrant

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

W.H. Auden

Posted by naomi at 09:28 AM