words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Thursday, February 27, 2003
The POW/MIA societies, for which i have great respect, tell us not to forget those left behind in a war, trying to always remember what people went through while captured. I agree with their wish, but I say we shouldn't forget about all the dangers of war, not just of being held captive behind enemy lines. What if "You Are Not Forgotten" meant everyone one who died in war, our side and their side. What if we remembered and told stories about what happened in war, the hideously ugly reports of death and stench, of losing the one next to you, of walking through blood and bodies, of continuing to kill, kill, kill no matter the anguish. My creative writing professor edited and wrote a short story for a book titled, "Aftermath." The stories came from Vietnam veterans who told their story as therapy, to get it out of their heads, to know that sometimes you have to remember what happened to you, so you can move on.
Why don't we learn from war, why don't we remember the visual, the sensory overload of death there? Some Germans are apparently remembering their experience during WWII and are acting out against this proposed war, knowing what actually happens during a war. "For some older Germans who followed Hitler into war, now is a chance to speak up. "Last time, we kept our mouths shut," says Mr. Warlich, one of the former antiaircraft gunners at Kassel. "This time, we feel we can do something positive.'" [wall street journal]
If you don't know, learn about war. If you do know, don't forget. How can the end justify the means? No matter the goal of war, what good compares to the evil of so much death?
1:14 PM
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