October 19, 2006
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THURSDAY WHATEVERthe leaves turn upon their
golden
stems
and it is autumn –in the morning early I wander
vacant streets gathering silence
and leaving only footsteps hesitant
behind –it comes to me then in the clean
cold air
that I too long to turn upon
my stem –I have a rightful place among the seasons
Deep Thought: “When Gary told me he had found Jesus, I thought, Ya-hoo! We’re rich! But it turned out to be something different.”
Today I am grateful for: Pores
Guess the Movie: “The
commandments say ‘Thou shalt not kill,’ but we hire men to go out and
do it for us. The right and the wrong seem pretty clear here. But if
you’re asking me to tell my people to go out and kill and maybe get
themselves killed, I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.” Answer: High Noon, 1952.
Winner: thenarrator.
‘Beginning of the End of America’
Olbermann Addresses the Military Commissions Act in a Special Comment
by Keith Olbermann
We have lived as if in a trance.
We have lived as people in fear.
And now—our rights and our freedoms in peril—we slowly awake to learn that we have been afraid of the wrong thing.
Therefore, tonight have we truly become the inheritors of our American legacy.
For, on this first full day that the Military Commissions Act is in
force, we now face what our ancestors faced, at other times of
exaggerated crisis and melodramatic fear-mongering:
A government more dangerous to our liberty, than is the enemy it claims
to protect us from. (Rest of article here.)
Comments (26)
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beautiful words…
Nice poem.
I agree with your “Thou shalt not kill” comments.
Gosh, it sounds so familiar, . . one of the Godfather movies. I love the color of fall leaves. I usually gather a few & bring inside just to look at.
Good guess – think Western.
First, wow, I love this poetry. I just do, the phrasing, the motion, the sense of color…
Second, a guess here, High Noon? really the only Western I’ve ever seen more than once.
Third – a government more dangerous. Unfortunately, the average American is getting exactly the government they deserve. Why are Americans the least likely people on earth to invest or to take risks to improve their country? It is a sad mystery.
Super – High Noon – a great classic.
And thanks.
beautiful poem…
It all boils down to something.
I sense some momentum growing…that people are looking at things with eyes willing to see the truth.The poem is strong…I read it as about a life transition and accepting it after a long period of reistence…but thats probably because it fits my inner life that way….
You may or may not know that this poem is reminiscent of Wallace Stevens. The seasons are merely the backdrop. The sentiment is timeless. Each day a new growth and a wirthering. We feel with our hearts and awkwarkly write with our minds. Your poem has an unusual balance. I am filled with emotion and a strange sadness. Perhaps it is the fleeting days that trouble me so.
I read the article at the end, very hard-hitting.
Lovely poem, though I think we have no choice but to turn upon our stem.
RYC i am smiling because I got that it( the poem) was about transitions..
Cool poem!!
And I just read your rules of thumb……#10 just cracked me up….thanks for the laugh this afternoon!!
RYC: the H in Jesus H. Christ stands for Helen. Yeah, he was a crossdresser.
More chilling than the Military Commissions Act itself is the knowledge that a sizable number of people in this country believe that it is the proper course.
Please.
Will this nightmare attitude ever be seen for what it is? By a significant voting majority, I mean.
Olbermann rocks. If only people would listen to him.
Thanks for stopping by………blessings,
Hi, this is Dilettanti inviting you to view my new blog. I don’t know how interesting it will be but I felt the need to keep a journal to keep track.
That’s a wonderful poem. I love it as much for what it implies about life and death as for what it says outright.
What a beautiful peom!
I like autumn season too…very nice poem…
Hum, this blog brings Is. 2:2-4 and Ps. 146:3-5 to mind.
Thanks for leaving a footy print at my site.
Hello….thanks for saying hello….to me and my friend. I liked the poem and the article.
I, a fluttering Aspen leaf, refusing to drop off so soon.
and the seasons love having you by……lovely poem
namaste