Forum Post: ~~ It Is My Conviction . . .
Posted 9 months ago on Aug. 20, 2012, 7:34 p.m. EST by ZenDog
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from South Burlington, VT
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. . . it is my conviction that we must stand upon principle. If we cannot guarantee the liberty of our own people as we go forward, what ever the future may hold, then better is it for the rest of humanity that we, here, snuff out the light of our eyes in this bitter contest of wills over the future of this nation, then it would be to otherwise take the fruits of technological revolution and so enslave all of mankind.
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Excellent - so very fine.
Whatever Tomorrow Brings, I'll be there. ♥
for the latest shadow banned post
please, 'rage against the dying of light!'
and remember, the clowns running this circus don't even know of the light or the struggle to let it brighten.
with every breath
you like that villanelle?
c'est bien
Deep.
I was thinking of Owen, Sassoon, and Viet Nam when I wrote it.
Sassoon had been wounded and med evaced when he wrote his Letter to Parliament.
Wilfred Owen, who wrote Anthem For Doomed Youth, Dulce et Decorum Est and Mental Cases met Sassoon while both were at Craiglockhart hospital. Sassoon survived the war, Owen was killed one week before Armistice, some sources indicating that the fighting was so fierce that no one could be certain on the exact date of his death - sometime between November 2 and 4, 1918, at the Sambre Canal near Ors, France.
Both men were decorated for bravery under German fire.
Both men came to oppose the war.
All sane people should oppose war. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
It would seem only the insane admire sanity.
Not sure where you are goin with that one.
Not sure I wanna know.
No surprise there. Frankly I don't think you intellect is up to much beyond propaganda.
Propaganda can be very deep and twisty - it can also be pretty straight forward and honest.
R U sure you know what U R talking about?
Who was DKA yesterday?
I suppose - me - yesterday.
Pretty much the same as me today - just a day earlier - or in the past.
Depending on how you look at things.
Yea... philosophically I struggle immensely with this thing of "time."
I used to think about time and complexities of alternative possibilities. But - now - time - I have come to accept with more practicality - is a one way street - you can't change direction - go back and do something different - but you can remember lessons learned from prior history - then try to repeat the good stuff and try not to repeat the bad shit.
Time relative to the individual defies definition, unlike art which can be defined yet not wholly deciphered. To me, these two represent our greatest philosophical challenges.
But death replied I choose him and so he went. You've seen the movie Regeneration, right?
I've read the trilogy by Pat Barker, not sure if the movie comes from her book of the same title or not.
That line is from either Sassoon's or Owen's work . . . I can google. Owen I think.
Sassoon: The Old Huntman, Death-Bed
I didn't know you were a fan of Anti-War poetry from WWI.
Yes it is... the movie was 1997, I think. Good flick, though.
PS: I admire the intellect and the passion, also your taste in music. And I don't see anything inherently wrong or flawed in your slightly less than apolitical politics, either.
But I gotta ask, did you just say, Yaaay-yah? Well now where I have I heard that before?
I use the form yeah-ya - usually. If I've ever used something else it is most likely a typo - as above, I missed the dash - for other instances I would have to see the context to be certain. I have mixed it up with ya-ya -
not sure where you might have seen it - when I have used it there is no question - it's me. I'm not hiding. Never have.
It's a form of sarcasm. I figured, since you are the painter it was appropriate.
No no no... I spent a significant portion of my childhood in Massachusetts, in locations where the phonology was extreme. They say, yaaaYah (yeah-ya, I'm uncertain of the phonetics because of the inflection). For them it's not sarcasm; it's their way of saying I'm open, listening, contemplating your words. Sorry, for injecting.
I have heard it used that way. I've twisted the use. You had said something to the effect - "it was time, thanks" - I was responding.
I see you've deleted it?
I deleted it because I wanted to expand on my statement, then drifted... when I got back, I don't know, the world had somehow changed; I just re-posted it.
were I to guess, I would say you've spent a bit of time on myspace - if so you have been busy.
Could be coincidence I suppose. I can't recall what was said exactly, the last time such a reference was brought up in public; I recall laughter, the men were football player sized, old enough to be toward the end of their careers, and probably not football players . . .
but they could have been . . .
sitting at an outdoor venue, an Irish eatery. They were getting a bit buzzed, the laughter was loud, course, some of it sarcastic. what did they say?
I can't recall.
In my mind it referenced Thailand . . .
After a couple of minutes I walked down the street - there is a world map divided into two hemispheres. A kid jumped on the map. His feet landed on Thailand.
Two days later a bomb went off - in Indonesia.
Shits always changing
Flowers blooming, upside down...
yes, something like that.
and the blossoms - always various shades of blood
That sounds so picasso-like...
It was time, Zen. Danke zehr...
So snuff out the light already. Give up.
Well aren't you just the eager one.