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Port Huron Statement
Port Huron Statement: "We are people of this generation, bred in at least modest comfort, housed now in universities, looking uncomfortably to the world we inherit."
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complete text: Port Huron Statement
http://bit.ly/HHy8Le
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It's Our Sweet 16!- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
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That makes April 2012 our Sweet 16!
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The Other Side of the River
by Xi Chuan
translated by Lucas Klein
On the other side of the river
there is a flame
a flame
burning May
burning August
when the pagoda tree blooms, the professor with lentigo bows to her
when orange blossoms fall, an heir of graceful demeanor waves to her
and smiles
yet on the other side of the river she remains, still burning
like the underwater glistening of red coral
like a red straw hat blown away in the breeze
when I saw her yesterday she was totally still, looking to the sky
and today she lowers her head to watch the river
if it were overcast and raining, what would she do there on that side
of the river?
—her flame would not go out
a poet looks to her
a farmer looks to her
a Dialectical Materialist looks to her
she is on the other side of the river, burning
burning May
burning August
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Monday
The Tallest Man on Earth - "Love Is All" (Official Music Video) - YouTube
The Tallest Man on Earth - "Love Is All" (Official Music Video) - YouTube:
"http://youtu.be/rvWstzEUTfU"
Lyrics to The Wild Hunt :
[ These are The Wild Hunt Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
"http://youtu.be/rvWstzEUTfU"
Lyrics to The Wild Hunt :
There is a crow moon comin in well you keep looking out
It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in
Lets watch phenomenon's that rise out of the darkness now
Within the light she is my storming heroin
And old machine's abandoned by the ancient racists and
I hear them hummin down below and hollow earth
Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to
But just for now I let the spring and storm return
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away
I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today
He's just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin in the fall
Let's open up the windows have satan departin' now
And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail
Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now
If he's a white one or a black one on the trail
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin in the fall
Yes I'll be leavin in the fall
It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in
Lets watch phenomenon's that rise out of the darkness now
Within the light she is my storming heroin
And old machine's abandoned by the ancient racists and
I hear them hummin down below and hollow earth
Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to
But just for now I let the spring and storm return
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away
I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today
He's just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin in the fall
Let's open up the windows have satan departin' now
And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail
Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now
If he's a white one or a black one on the trail
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin in the fall
Yes I'll be leavin in the fall
[ These are The Wild Hunt Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
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Friday
“Trying to define yourself
is like trying to bite your own teeth.”
— Alan Watts
via
form is void:
five from alan watts
is like trying to bite your own teeth.”
— Alan Watts
via
form is void:
five from alan watts
Thursday
Monday
In the memory of Trayvon Martin by Roy Edward Sydnor III
Trayvon Martin Protest - Sanford (Photo credit: werthmedia) |
Trayvon Martin Protest - Sanford (Photo credit: werthmedia) |
What is it that makes you hate me so?
It's seems to have started long ago.
Is it the color of my skin or the guilt that you have for selling off my kin?
You brought me here on a ship to do your work
you sold me you raped my woman and today you still kill my children.
What have I done for you to treat me this way?
You call youself the master race to any God fearing man you are just a discrace.
I can't hate you for my God won't allow me too. I will pray for you and let only God judge you..
In the memory of Trayvon Martin
by Roy Edward Sydnor III
It's seems to have started long ago.
Is it the color of my skin or the guilt that you have for selling off my kin?
You brought me here on a ship to do your work
you sold me you raped my woman and today you still kill my children.
What have I done for you to treat me this way?
You call youself the master race to any God fearing man you are just a discrace.
I can't hate you for my God won't allow me too. I will pray for you and let only God judge you..
In the memory of Trayvon Martin
by Roy Edward Sydnor III
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so a guy with a gun follows a kid he finds suspect for several blocks,
even as police are telling him over his 911 call to cease and desist from following the kid.
the guy shoots the child!
what's not premeditated about it?
puhleeze~!
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