(P1) Political
After Pat’s Birthday
By Kevin Tillman
Editor’s note: Kevin Tillman (right) joined the Army with his brother Pat (left) in 2002, and they served together in Iraq and Afghanistan. Pat was killed in Afghanistan on April 22, 2004. Kevin, who was discharged in 2005, has written a powerful, must-read document.
From truthdig.com.
A link to the entire Tillman essay follows excerpts.
Somehow the more soldiers that die, the more legitimate the illegal invasion becomes.
Somehow American leadership, whose only credit is lying to its people and illegally invading a nation, has been allowed to steal the courage, virtue and honor of its soldiers on the ground.
Somehow those afraid to fight an illegal invasion decades ago are allowed to send soldiers to die for an illegal invasion they started.
Somehow faking character, virtue and strength is tolerated.
Somehow profiting from tragedy and horror is tolerated.
Somehow the death of tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of people is tolerated.
Somehow subversion of the Bill of Rights and The Constitution is tolerated.
Somehow suspension of Habeas Corpus is supposed to keep this country safe.
Somehow torture is tolerated.
Press here for the entire Tillman essay.
(P2) Philosophical
Hey, great trick!!!
Go figure. Which category would you put it in?
I already have an Ezra Pound poem below, so the photo cannot be classified "Poetical" here.
Although I might be tempted to vote for a city council candidate who could do this, I would be stretching (pun intended) the point to call this "Political."
So, we're only left with the third P3 category. Therefore, this great feat will be classed "Philosophical." And why not? "I gross, therefore, I probably am."
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(P2) Poetical
Ancient Music
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
from Lustra (1913-1915) Ezra Pound
Here's a bit of the original 13th century round (why Pound and I prefer the light to damn Winter):
Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wde nu.
Sing cuccu!
Summer is a-coming in
Loudly sing cuckoo
Groweth seed and bloweth mead
and springs the wood anew
Sing cuckoo!
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