i feel as though i
i feel as though i should write something. anything. but i am mute...wondering what it must feel like to be a thirty year old man, living in Iraq right now.
"bodies decompose beneath the city clocks,
war passes by in tears, followed by a million gray rats,
the rich give their mistresses
small illuminated dying things,
and life is neither noble, nor good, nor sacred.
man is, able if he wishes, to guide his desire
through a vein of coral or a nude as blue as the sky.
tomorrow, loves will become stones, and time
a breeze the sleeps in the branches"
~federico garcia lorca
may we all send our love off to the other side of the world.
www.protest.net
Posted by at March 19, 2003 11:57 PM
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Salam Pax...thought you might be interested in his perspective http://dearraed.blogspot.com. However, judging from your journal, it's likely you may have already 'visited' with Salam (not his real name)...As a professed blogger and alleged (hey I'm tryin' to be a) writer/ (up in heah!)former musician(well, can you ever be a 'former'? but, my stage diving days are over), I often receive comments on my entries, but rarely do I find myself compelled to reach out in this way. Today is one of those days - surreal - although most any day in NYC is like that on a typical day. Still, linking through a link to a link to your journal, it's like that sometimes: connected. Ironically, my life will find me on the West Coast next week...I'd checked out the 'Orange Tree' schedule, but see you are not performing during my stay. Regardless...I've been touched by the sychronicity of your thoughts, those words I needed to read, to see just now. I'll be looking, listening (no! not in a weird stalker-y way!)...smiles from the 'right' coast.
Posted by: Falloutsis at May 14, 2003 07:45 AM
