Month: October 2005

The Place Where We Are Right

anthology

From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring. The place where we are right is hard and trampled like a yard. But doubts and loves dig up the world like a mole, a plow. And a whisper will be heard in the place where the ruined house once stood. — Yehuda Amichai

My own list: the last 10 songs played

music

Suggested by Rox Populi : Friday Random Ten – On the Dial in the Death-Mobile Edition: It’s A Beautiful Day – White Bird 00:52, 28 October 2005 2 The Righteous Brothers – Unchained Melody 00:15, 28 October 2005 3 The Rascals – People Got to be Free 00:12, 28 October 2005 4 Liz Phair – Strange Loop? 23:57, 27 October 2005 5 Erlon Chaves – Cosa Nostra (Raw Deal remix) 23:50, 27 October 2005 6 […]

Terrorists. Insert expletive.

Current Affairs

Every time you think the Islamic terrorists have gotten as low as they can get, they go lower. International Fellowship of Christians and Jews: : Last Sunday, the Israel Defense Forces arrested a woman who used her baby to disguise the fact that she was carrying explosives. Observing that she was carrying her one-month-old in “an unusual manner,” the soldiers searched the woman and found a hand grenade in her jacket. Though the woman insisted […]

DeLay and the criminalization…

Current Affairs

Yeah, Tom, but funny thing for you of all people to be saying… Talking Points Memo: by Joshua Micah Marshall October 28, 2005 01:17 AM: Tom DeLay: “We are witnessing the criminalization of conservative politics.” Seems to me that sentence can be read more than one way. Maybe Tom is finally seeing the light. — Josh Marshall

The Sound of Trees

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I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of going But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older, That now […]

Two Tramps in Mud Time

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from Two Tramps in Mud Time: But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future’s sakes. — Robert Frost