Song to the Sea Turtle

Courtesty of: http://www.jenniferbranch.com/j/Paintings/16/SeaTurtleVIII.htm

All efforts to protect and rescue
Precious endangered sea life
Are being pushed aside and stunted
Causing great heartache and strife

Do not these beautiful & sentient beings
Have the right to live without torture
Being burned alive to clear 'the mess'
Created by a corporation fleeing
Their responsibility.

It makes me sick to my heart and bones
To hear of their urgent travails
How will this be answered when
Reconciliation comes;
Karma deals its fair and mighty blow
Sending back the pain in tens.

It didn't have to be this way
The price didn't have to grow so large to pay

All that is left is tears
Floating in the sea
Tears where turtles ought to be
In an unpolluted sea.

Sailor by The Brian Jonestown Massacre  
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"Everything Is Illuminated"

A quirky little movie based on the book that I have not yet read. There are gems in all the places you don't expect them. The quiet suspense and budding resolution are lovely and sad and joyous... all it should be. Yes? Yes!

Also, the soundtrack mirrors those emotions, and this is a musical follow-up from a neighboring land to the last post, but with a distinctively robust, buoyant, rebellious, and yes, explicit... tone.

To be accompanied with V, neat.  :), I guess.  (insert laughter here)

Blood searches for blood. Collectors collect. Adventurers move about the earth.

In time, everything is illuminated, secrets revealed, light shone upon dark places, layers peeled.

Cheers!

Start Wearing Purple (Explicit) by Gogol Bordello  
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Hamlet Gonashvili

While copying out the "To be or not to be" soliloquy from Shakespeare's tour de force - one of SO many - I came across this Georgian singer of great subtlety and gentle beauty of voice. I hope you enjoy it, with chorus. It evokes in me a feeling of being far from home, but traveling with a deep sense of camaraderie all the while.

It's hard to believe there once was a time when hearing music from across the globe was reserved for the likes of singular persons like Marco Polo.

The fact that days go by when I do not acknowledge how very fortunate I am in this regard is truly shocking when I stop to think of it. What pearls and diamonds lay outside our 'borders,' if we but stretch out our arms and ears to take hold and listen.

Enjoy if you hear something that resonates...

Satrpialo by Hamlet Gonashvili  
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Living on a Thin Line: Pete Quaife Passes Onward

Article can be found at permalink:
http://music-mix.ew.com/2010/06/25/kinks-bassist-pete-quaife-dies/

"Kinks Bassist Peter Quaife dies at 66
by Leah Greenblatt
June 25, 2010
@EW.com ~ Music Mix Blog:

Pete Quaife, a founding member of British Invasion icons the Kinks who played bass and sang vocals for the group from 1963-1969 and appeared on their classic albums Something Else By The Kinks and The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society, has passed away at the age of 66, after a decade-long struggle with kidney problems.

Quaife appeared on the band’s early hits, including “You Really Got Me,” “All Day and All of the Night,” “Waterloo Sunset” and “Dedicated Follower of Fashion,” but reportedly left the group after clashing with childhood friends turned bandmates Ray and Dave Davies; he was replaced by bassist John Dalton (who himself was later replaced by Jim Rodford, in 1978).

Quaife went on to form the country-folk outfit Mapleoak, which failed to replicate the Kinks’ success, and ultimately earned his living as a graphic artist in Canada. He did, however, return to perform with the Kinks at their induction in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1990."

Though Pete did not play on the song, 'Strangers,' which I've included here.. its lyrics and context in 'Darjeeling Limited' seemed somehow appropriate, though not in a straightforward mention of passing on. More about those we meet along the way and the things we do have in common. We are one... traveling the road.

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To Memorize By Summer's End...

There is more here than meets the eyes of ten thousand men and women. I've long wanted to memorize it and now is the time. To see all its richness - the truths and that which may be overcome. (Hail Hamlet; you did your best with many an insight to make the struggle worthwhile, though in the end, as always death before rebirth).

(The following is Courtesy of:  http://www.monologuearchive.com/s/shakespeare_001.html)

HAMLET A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

No more--and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--

To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered.

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... Cake

I remember sitting in the lobby when you invited everyone present to a wedding in the mountains. Once there and settled, you took the time to look each person in the eye, and lent your radiant power to the union. Leaving no doubt, you helped each of us to know when it was time to go as the food was not planned for so many guests. That sunny afternoon under the wedding tent is one of my living memories. I dream of it as well. The beauty of the ceremony - the stillness presiding over everything - human and companion nature at peace. The school bus ferrying folks lifted out of the ditch on the narrow driveway uphill by a small contingent of  men and women who knew they could do it on the count of three. I am not the same after each of these times, and my gratitude is boundless, for in them I have really lived with conscious awareness and joy.

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Happy Birthday 2010, Dearest One - A Post to My Own Self

This I do, being with you...
It's true,
And yet when complete
It is, I realize, to reach for me to be.

With all love, blessings, gratitude...
I'm thinking of you and far beyond
The mind, communing ~
Happiest of Birthdays; SGMKJ!

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And That Was The Point When Things Got Weird

http://www.reiselandbulgarien.de/foto-reise-durch-bulgarien-mit-evgeni-dinev.php

Golden light angles long to force the gradual dim
Change has come and once again let the Gloaming in.
She walks through wall and stone and earth.
Her feet barely touch water as she skims the mirth
Out of the places we usually foray.
The Gloaming signals it's not like day
Same rules no longer apply
As all the color melts out of the sky
I'm left to wonder whether that sound I heard
Could be a bat, nighthawk, or some other bird.
And that's when things get really weird,
Though it wasn't from what I originally feared.
Take heed.
Take care.
Remember the Gloaming and how fair;
What short a time she stays.
There's no keeping her from roaming
After draining away the the days.

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Persist and Persevere ~ Twin Sisters of Fire and Circular Objects

"If a fool persists in his folly, he will become wise."
~William Blake

Even so, my sister.

http://www.zgallery-art.com/tarot/

Even so, my brother

The hero is called to adventure and accepts the call, perhaps after an initial refusal, perhaps not. How far does the story go? If supported by the elements and the deities, until the end, which if truly round the circle becomes the beginning once more.

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Melancholia, Mostly Midnight

Variation on a theme. Check out the website from which I am quoting its poem by Elizabeth Bishop. There's much more to entice on the page, though, especially if interested in poetry.

http://homepage.mac.com/mseffie/assignments/poem-a-day/18.html

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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Ms. Melodic Melancholy Bears Compassion Towards Peter Psychopathic Poet

A feverish-minded, ill-bodied night at the O.K. Corral.
The horses are safe, yet restless and stamping/snorting, seemingly without pause.
The door swings on its hinges, admitting starlight and a couple out on the moor, pleading, crying, demanding, standing.
Wind picks up and voices become clear for a couple of minutes.
Threats cast impulsively bring instant remorse as the strains and song die away.
In the adjoining house, candles can be seen on all three floors, and the sounds of weeping and sobbing inconsolably echo.

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What If When You Were Asleep...

http://www.vermorlian.com/paganArt/paganartEB.html

...The thousand different YOUs
(You know they're in there...)
Were sent out in all directions.
Into the world to interact with all of the myriad
Enterprises and situations that are possible
Given all those parameters.
You would increase exponentially to
Eventually fill every ACTor
On the stage... :)

http://guyanafriends.com/eve/forums/a/tpc/f/26110829731/m/32410138/p/2

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Happy Father's Day!

http://zacheven-esh.com/blog/tag/1-day-underground-strength-coach-certification/

Let's take it as a foregone conclusion that I wish
I had sent this post out yesterday,
And yet, as with so many other 'Days' set aside...
I refuse to believe there is only ONE day to celebrate
Such an enormous thing as Peace or Health or Parents.

*******

Without further ado, then...
Here's to one half of the unit/unity that makes up
The hardest and most important job I can imagine:
That of molding and nurturing a fellow human being.

So much power, so much influence.
I am the person I am because of those people,
Those parental units, for better and worse.
That father, in particular, on this,
What I now declare to be The next Happy Father's Day,
Otherwise known as The Next Day.

Thank you to all the fathers,
Ones who help us enter the world
Be practical and use reason,
To have confidence and humor

Of course Mothers are sometimes Fathers
And the other way round.

It's as arbitrary as the borders
Drawn of certain disputed nations...
Somewhat meaningless, but often
Patterned surprisingly the same archetypal way.

Anyway: thanks! keep up the good challenge!
It's worth it. You're worth it.
Gratitude is never-ending.

Me And My Dad by Wall Of Voodoo  
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Red Dwarf Episode: 'Angels & Demons'

My last post kept irritating me.
Two sides of a coin means it's not
Right to toss one side away.
It's also not wrong, and where does that leave us?
Precisely nowhere.
Except that it's also not possible... :)

So my mind traveled to the land of teevee...
To the UK and Red Dwarf, where so many
Individual episodes have so much to say about
Life in general
(What does THAT say about comedy, Aristotle?)

In this episode, Lister manages to split the ship
Into two additional parts, just like the regular
Strawberry was joined by a magnificent one and a
Horribly nasty strawberry too.

Results were comic but also telling.
Can we really manage to get rid of either the
Angels or the Demons in this plane
Of life's milieu?
At this evolutionary physical state?
And be left with a functioning whole...
A question for you. Please let me know.

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Mean Mr. Mustard Cannot Be the Shadow of the Sun King?

http://fourthcorner.wordpress.com/2008/03/

On the one hand, you have the color
That's could be the same,
But isn't quite.

On the other hand,
They have nothing whatsoever to do
With each other

Except for the fact that one follows the other
In an album line-up.
Could that possibly be enough

For a reasonable argument?
Proximity alone?
I don't know....

Kind of hoping not.
Seems too narrow a focus
And generalization at the same time.

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Happy Summer Solstice!

http://www.myastrologybook.com/Helios-Apollo-Hyperion-Sol-Sun.htm

This is a cool resource about mythologies to do with the sun...
This page is mostly about that and not about astrology, though there are links
Should one be interested in that line of association... :)

May this season bring you and yours great benefit
And fruits of even the smallest generous endeavors
You have made during the year now past
A milestone like this is a chance to stop and breathe them all in.

*******

This is the second in what I hope will turn out to be
A series of three posts about the solstice.
The third will have to do with the celebrations each year on the
Dawn of the Solstice at the site of Stonehenge,
{So famously, if not otherwise, miniaturized in Spinal Tap.}

In my third installment:
There's some great footage of the impressive ring of stones
From the inside looking way up and all around.
And a bit of history as well.
Don't know quite why I'm talking about it here.
I think there might be a bit of fear that it will
Only be posted tomorrow.
But since the actual time was 7:48 EDT a.m.,
As the white rabbit might say, I'm already late...
'For a very important date!'

I was 'here' for it at the right time, though.
Just not in written bloggy format.

[Here are thirteen of the most famous of
Innumerable Sun gods and goddesses from
Around the world.
More information can be found at the
Website at bottom:

Amaterasu, Hebat, Helios, Apollo, Freyr, Garuda,
Huitzilopochtli, Inti, Lugh, Mithras, Ra, Shemesh,
Sunna, Sol Invictus, Surya, Tonatiuh, Utu

http://ancienthistory.about.com/od/sungodsgoddesses/a/070809sungods.htm ]

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Sweet Midsummer Night's Dreams to All!

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Read Inside a 'St. Claire's Organic Tummy Soother's' Tin

Just Breathe by Pearl Jam  
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http://www.edupics.com/en-coloring-pictures-pages-photo-banyan-tree-i13709.html

"Before you speak, listen.
 Before you write, think.
 Before you spend, earn.
 Before you invest, investigate.
 Before you criticize, wait.
 Before you quit, try.
 Before you retire, save.
 Before you die, give."

~William A. Ward

There seemed to be some good insights there
Practical right-headed things to contemplate.
What I noticed whilst typing it out was this:
The many mentions of the word 'before.'

Before. Before. Before. Before.

This really does imply a level of awareness for which
I strive, but do not consistently achieve.
Not yet, anyway.

The beat between the incoming and outgoing breaths
The moment between stimulus and response
The time to consider before action.
I'm working on it.

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Whither the Weather?

http://www.myshutterspace.com/photo/photo/listForContributor?screenName=1ea593jf2vjum

Dark horizon forbidding
All but those relieved by a respite from the sun
Yet there amid the cloaking ceiling
A sunflower offers a different version of that one
Who shines so brightly into every hidden space
Finding out much that goes against my taste
Its eye within me; its eye without
Makes my eyes feel tired, and brain casts about
For that darkening roil to come to my aid once again
So I can breathe easily; lungs no longer made of clay
The perfect pair of opposites in which I can play
Sunflowers and the deep thrumming blackening day
A challenged, yet perfect, near-monochromatic holiday.

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'Kept Swept' Adept

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http://www.travelpod.com/travel-photo/ecsflemings/10/1257182775/05-woman-sweeping-with-stick-broom.jpg/tpod.html

Looking out the back onto the leaf- and twig-strewn deck
I was thinking about what makes two people different from one another
One person I know would hurry out there and sweep it off
Before the day gets off to its real start.
The other will get it someday, as a special treat or newly found diversion

This made me think of mornings along the little rural street in India
Where I spent most of my time there.
Every day, as I imagine happens in villages throughout the land,
While the sun is making its best effort to climb over the horizon,
Women come out and sweep the street, with brooms made
From dried and gathered long grasses.

The streets are made of settled reddish earth,
Kicked with similar symmetry into motion by the unified combing
Of the untidy into the neat and orderly.
Once again the earth lays still in tight, patterned lines.

That got me thinking of M. Night Shyamalan,
And I don't think it's because of his ancestral home.

His "Last Airbender" is coming out soon, and like I do
Every time he has a release I get very excited because I know
That I will love it, even should the rest of the world hate it,
As they did with, 'The Lady in the Water' or 'The Happening.'

At this moment, however, I was thinking of, 'The Village,'
Where, as with Beowulf's enclave against the Forest,
The lights were kept on all night in the Great Hall
And the trees cut down to make farmland and a
Safe, orderly world of Humans, which can be defended
Against the chaos in the larger, mysterious world
Out There.

*teensy spoiler alert*

The Elders of  'The Village' attempt to do this through
Elaborate methods of their own, for a reason only
They can justify.
It's always done for survival of some sort, be it
Literal or figurative.
Physical or Psychological
Community or Individual

It's also interesting to me how, yet again, a
Collaborative effort to stave off chaos and the unknown,
Such as sweeping one's deck of a morning,
Can turn into a competitive event such as
Who has the nicest, most well-kept lawns

Where do I lie on the continuums
Of tidy collaborator or competitor
To forest/clutter/chaos/unknown
Adventurer or team player?

I may not be able to keep the outside tidy,
But in my own introverted and even obsessive way,
Inside my inner walls and mind,
I can see the daily attempts to work with the chaos
And usually in less conscious form, to
Struggle against it so that it can be tamed.

For the moment.

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"I Shall Be Free" Rawk

"I shall be free...
I shall be free...
I shall be free... free...
free of (some of) those voices inside me.
I shall be free...
I shall be free."

The Smashing Pumpkins

Oh, and.... thinking of voices:
http://www.amazon.com/Origin-Consciousness-Breakdown-Bicameral-Mind/dp/0618057072/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1276842251&sr=8-1
"The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind"
by Julian Jaynes
Oh so put down, but a fascinating read.

Rocket by The Smashing Pumpkins  
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What Can It Be Now?

by Mazzelh

Lurking round the corner
Barely out of sight
The people feel it coming
And hasten to take flight

There's nothing to fear the others say
Even though it comes clearer with each passing day

 

Hearing it breathing in the white noise around
And fancy it walking through the night streets of town

Only one can stand up to this shadow
The one inside, whom others don't know
Coax it, quiet down, hear it within
Before heading out to face yourself
When the moon is a crescent and both sides can win.

Shadow On The Wall by Mike Oldfield  
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So Much More Under the Bed

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Home

Yep: Home and Brautigan and Turtle Balconies on my mind.
East coast, west coast, flying planes between
Lobster, Pasta, Ice Cream Sundaes, and tea, just fine

""Home Again Home Again Like a Turtle To His Balcony"
Home again home again like a turtle to his balcony
     and you know where that's at.

First Published

"A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan." California Living 16 May 1971: 7-10.
The magazine of the San Francisco Sunday Examiner & Chronicle.

Introduction reads:

Richard Brautigan, an Aquarian born in Tacoma, Washington, January 30, 1935, has grown from an unknown poet of the Haight Ashbury during the days of the Flower Children, to one of the country's leading writers—in less than ten years. Among his works, widely read and discussed on college campuses—as well as in the general mainstream— are (novels) Trout Fishing in America, A Confederate General from Big Sur and (poetry) The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster and Rommel Drives on Deep into Egypt.

Featured seven poems by Brautigan: "They Are Really Having Fun," "We Meet. We Try. Nothing Happens, But," "Home Again Home Again Like a Turtle To His Balcony," "You Will Have Unreal Recollections of Me," "Finding Is Losing Something Else," "Impasse," and "Homage to Charles Atlas."

Photographs, including one of Brautigan by Edmund Shea. "

http://www.brautigan.net/mercury.html

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Remembering Seattle Kind of Day (part one)

http://www.komonews.com/weather/blog/18872774.html

Seattle thoughts stream through my mind in their watery wending ways
Washing ashore, rolling in, falling down amid moist ferns and natural trillium bouquets
I'm a rainy day gray-loving Seattle girl at heart; The New Yorker in me allows space.
Little did I know when I moved out in 1981 that my heart would forever
Be stretched in two, separated by the Continental Divide and culture, space
Luckily technology stepped up with newer ways to keep in touch
Things barely imaginable back in the early 60's World's Fair
A video telephone; who ARE you kidding; and now? Just look!

http://www.djibnet.com/photo/pacific+northwest/discovery-park-lighthouse-404294499.html

As quickly as I came, 22 years later needs must leave
It isn't possible to keep storms from taking their toll on mortal frame
From time to time, and one must go to root; the family helps out; forever grateful.
And does the chasm go away? Nah. Now it's friends and connections
Important to keep: People who knew me when: I taught, changed marital status... twice;
Faced flood, fire, earthquake, hurricanes; mandatory evacuation, now all are
Remembered fondly.

It's the area where I lived on the perfect piece of land.
Even when I had to leave the 'river runs through it,'
'Cathedral of trees,' I made it a mission for my mind
To memorize that beloved 5 acres to the smallest detail
So I could carry it round with me as long as memory held.

Each time I'm now a visitor, returning, more directions and geography forgotten
Life washes away that which is not essential when mental roads
Do not lead there often enough.
The difficulty of erasure does not affect my consciously,
Meticulously copied place inside though
The two Seattles... and me.

The Shadow Of Seattle by Marcy Playground  
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Coda: Return to Go, Do Not Collect $200.00

www.spiritrose.com/images/Reincarnation.jpg

 www.spiritrose.com/about.htm
 

{Beginning a new story with opening scene:}

Now that Verna finally had a real look around, she couldn't believe she was here. Just passing through the foreign state of New Jersey, she couldn't possibly have been inside "The Crooked Needle" before..She would have remembered it. Everything well-made from a different era, done with creative flair. And right around that corner behind the cash register, there would be ... the spiral staircase. She wondered whether it was still there.

Following a wind-driven page from her research folio, she ran into the propped-open door. Originally, she gave a cursory glance in confirmation of what she knew she would see. As if she'd been there a thousand times, she strolled in and sat at her favorite table where she could people-watch those outside. Wait. She didn't have any favorites here. This was getting pretty irritating, being in this constant high-alert state of deja vu.

"What will you have for lunch today, Ma'am?" Startled out of her reverie by the mannish voice of the waitress, she relented.

"I was thinking about a B.L.T. Your bacon is homemade, isn't it?" Memories from nowhere created cravings for delicacies she hadn't yet tasted.

"Yes, Ma'am. Finest in the county. We've been curing it ourselves out back for over 200 years. You been here before?"

"Ye... I mean, No. No I haven't. I'll also have a seltzer with a twist. Thanks." She jabbed the menu outward and turned toward the window to see a teenaged girl looking in at her from the other side.

She knew she was tired from her long drive, but realized after turning away that there was something odd about the girl's clothing. She wasn't too sure of current fashion, but enough to know, to her rising panic, that it probably didn't include crinoline.

 

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Sad Days Exponentially Flow

All media hints thanks to Ron, but for the following, my only contribution...

<This has been stated in several ways for over 100 years by various individuals, including (but not limited to) Churchill, Pope John Paul II, Dostoyevsky, Truman, etc.

Very recently by Cardinal Roger Mahony (1998):

"Any society, any nation, is judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members ; the last, the least, the littlest."

And perhaps most dubiously attributed to Ghandi:

"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. "

The original author of this quotation seems to have been lost.>  

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Who_said_A_society_is_measured_by_how_it_treats_its_weakest_members

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"You can never step in the same river twice." 
~Herman Hesse, "Siddhartha"

"Sucked into quicksand, brown and red liquid solid
Sucked into throats, no air to breathe, killing off millions
Sucked into apathy, what excuses are there?
Sucked into silence; no words come close to adequacy.
This is the world we are making for ourselves and
Dragging along those who have no voice,
Before... and certainly after.
Death"
~moi

This first one is a difficult to watch ~ so much destruction of animal life, and illness beginning for humans as well. The Gulf of Mexico is, by itself, the eleventh largest body of water on the planet. Devastating. Unthinkable. Unnecessary.

planetjose — May 20, 2010 — requiem for the gulf - music: lux aeterna by clint mansell

Music: Blind Faith - Had to Cry Today
manton2y — January 19, 2009

— Blind Faith first live performance in Hyde Park, London, 9 th june 1969

stupidDOPEMedia — May 19, 2010 — Mos Def, Lenny Kravitz, the Preservation Hall Band, Trombone Shorty, and Tim Robbins teamed up recently to record It Ain't My Fault to benefit Gulf Aid, a nonprofit created in response to the oil spill off the Louisiana Coast. Check out the video above and if you're interested in donating to the cause, please visit http://GulfAid.org

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