Wednesday, June 13, 2007

What Terrorist? Where?

Republicans continually close their eyes to the international terrorist and criminal, Saddam Hussein.


8 comments:

Mrs. Green said...

Hi Jennifer!

Today is the anniversary of WB Yeats' birth.

Thought I'd post one of my favorite poems by him. I have many, many favorites.

Hope you're well. I've been on the road for weeks, visiting family.

What battles are we fighting? (I mean political, I know the horrid battles in Iraq go on and on).

Here's the poem:

SAILING TO BYZANTIUM

THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.


"salmon falls, mackrel-crowded seas" God. He is glorious, isn't he?

I wish we all could be poets.

And love each other.

Peace.

Joanne

J_G said...

That's fantastic Joanne. It's nice to hear from you. I haven't been keeping up on my poetry lately. I've actually been very busy with yard work and gardening. I have putting up these "You Tube" videos in place of my own opinion pieces and poems.

Here's one from William Butler Yeats that I used on one of my earlier blogs.

To a Child Dancing in the Wind

DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water's roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool's triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind?

William Butler Yeats

Don't be a stranger Joanne.

Marie's Two Cents said...

I saw that video, how interesting Al Gore is bitching about Bush 41 ignoring the threat of Saddam Hussein, his administartion pretty much floats right through it, then he whines, cries and screams that Bush 43 lied to this Country, and on and on when Bush 43 paid attention to the threat of Saddam Hussein and did something about it, unreal!! Hypocrite!

J_G said...

Nah, it's not unreal Marie. It's typical wooden head algore. When algore complains about something it usually means that he has already done the same thing he is complaining about. algore is the only person that beats the "Breck girl" Edwards for "do as I say and not as I do ism".

Mrs. Green a/k/a Joanne said...

JG,

Are you planting a flower or a veggie garden. I do container gardening, and usually plant herbs such as basil, thyme, sage, rosemary, tarragon, parsley, etc.

I miss being able to plant a large flower garden. I'm reduced to planting window boxes.

I'm going to keep your WBYeats poem and present it to my little granddaughter. It is so perfect for her.

I haven't had the heart to get into political stuff. As you know, I just completed a year of defeating the bastard, breast cancer.

I'm stopping to smell the roses--literally, and reading a lot of poetry.

This one by Mary Oliver tears my heart apart. I offer it to all who have suffered in this life:

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


I'd like to hear about your garden. Later, I may have the courage to talk politics, but just for now, I'd like to hear about planting things.

Joanne.

SusieQ said...

Joanne, Oliver's poem spoke to my heart too. Best wishes on your continued victory over breast cancer.

The WordSmith from Nantucket said...

I bet Al Gore's still thrilled that he invented the internet. Otherwise, the world wouldn't be able to reminisce about the "good ol' days" with him.

Mike's America said...

This is the same Gore who 9 years later screamed that Bush "played on our fears?"

I wish I had the capability to cut together both those videos.

Gore, like most Democrats, realizes that none of their ilk will remember what they said yesterday, let alone 15 years prior.

But thankfully for the internet which Al Bore invented, we can remind his foolish followers.