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Tue, 10 Jul 2007 20:08:58 -0700

He is gone . . . .....

--I love you, Daddy ... now and always

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect; but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.

So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

I Corinthians 13, Revised Standard Version
He died tonight at 8:25 p.m. ...
Daddy, I knew you were leaving today ...
You told me it was today ... I knew it would be
I hope I helped you cross over ...
I will miss you so very much.
My heart is breaking
but I know I will see you again
on the other side
I know you are watching over me ...
Don't worry about me ...
and I will be all right ...
and I will carry the love you gave me
for the rest of my life

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Sun, 29 Oct 2006 19:34:19 -0800

Continued from previous post ...

Yet lie a fire alarm it waits to be known.
It is wired. In it many colors are stored.
While my body's in prison, heart cells alone
have multiplied. My bones are merely bored

with all this waiting around. But the heart,
this child of myself that resides in the flesh,
this ultimate signature of the me, the start
of my blindness and sleep, builds a death cr�che.

The figures are placed at the grave of my bones.
All figures knowing it is the other death
they came for. Each figure standing alone.
The heart burst with love and lost its breath.

This little town, this little country is real
and thus it is so of the post and the cup
and thus of the violent heart. The zeal
of my house doth eat me up.

-- Anne Sexton, "The Break" from the book,
"Love Poems" (1969) ~

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Wed, 09 Nov 2005 21:59:19 -0800

Sending out a special birthday wish to an SU friend. :)

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Fri, 28 Oct 2005 16:52:25 -0700

grow

Thanks, Dan

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Fri, 09 Sep 2005 17:30:41 -0700

"New Orleans" | The quadrants starting upper left and going clockwise
are "rich whites," "rich blacks," "poor blacks" and "poor whites."

The atrocities at the New Orleans Superdome - THE PICTURES THAT FEMA DOES NOT WANT YOU TO SEE Tx isshe for the link!

Politicizing A Tragedy: BushCo Fakes Levee Repairs for Photo-Op

German reporter and eyewitness Christine Adelhardt; Click for video

While we heard the press release issued by U.S. Senator Mary Landrieu, D-La., what is equally damning is the international news coverage. A German video, below, shows the literal translation. I hope our international neighbors continue to bash the Administration's handling of this crisis, and that it spills over into real outrage even among Bush supporters.

Literal transcription of German news report and video: SOURCE

TRANSCRIPTION

Zum letzten Stand jetzt live aus Biloxi Christine Adelhardt

Vor 2 Minuten ist hier gerade der Pr�sident in seinem Konvoi vorbeigefahren. Was sich hier in Biloxi aber w�hrend des Tages abgespielt hat, ist wirklich unglaublich. Pl�tzlich tauchten hier Bergungstrupps auf, pl�tzlich waren hier R�umfahrzeuge, die hatte man die ganzen Tage hier vorher nicht gesehen, und das in einem Gebiet, indem es wirklich nicht notwendig w�re, gro� aufzur�umen, weil hier lebt weit und breit kein Mensch mehr, die Menschen sind weiter innen in der Stadt. Der Pr�sident reist mit einem Pressetross. Dieser Pressetross hat damit sehr sch�ne Bilder, die da sagen sollen, der Pr�sident war da und die Hilfe, die wird auch kommen. Das Ausma� der Naturkatastrophe hat mich geschockt aber das Ausma� der Inszenierung hier heute schockt mich mindestens genauso. Damit zur�ck nach Hamburg

TRANSLATION

On the last state of things here's Christine Adelhardt live from Biloxi

2 minutes ago the President drove past in his convoi. But what has happened in Biloxi all day long is truly unbelievable. Suddenly recovery units appeared, suddenly bulldozers were there, those hadn't been seen here all the days before, and this in an area, in which it really wouldn't be necessary to do a big clean up, because far and wide nobody lives here anymore, the people are more inland in the city. The President travels with a press baggage [big crew]. This press baggage got very beautiful pictures which are supposed to say, that the President was here and help is on the way, too. The extent of the natural disaster shocked me, but the extent of the staging is shocking me at least the same way. With that back to Hamburg.

The Audubon Zoo curatorfeeds the zoo's giraffes in New Orleans in the aftermath of Katrina. Other than an alligator on the loose, a couple of dead otters and a host of shell-shocked animals, denizens of the New Orleans zoo came through relatively unscathed.

Many animals, however, need help. Contact the ASPCA to get involved.

Why hasn't the same outrage that the press and public apply toward the U.S. Administration's response to Katrina been

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Sun, 04 Sep 2005 16:20:56 -0700

Photography/Art from dwellerdesign.com

As the fireman said,
Don't book a room over the fifth floor
in any hotel in New York.
They have ladders that will reach further
but no one will climb them.
As the New York Times said:
The elevator always seeks out
the floor of the fire
and automatically opens
and won't shut.
These are the warnings
that you must forget
if you're climbing out of yourself.
If you're going to smash into the sky.

Many times I've gone past
the fifth floor,
cranking upward,
but only once
have I gone all the way up.
Sixtieth floor;
small plants and swans bending
into their grave.
Floor two hundred:
mountains with the patience of a cat,
silence wearing its sneakers.
Floor five hundred:
messages and letters centuries old,
birds to drink,
a kitchen of clouds.
Floor six thousand:
the stars,
skeletons on fire,
their arms singing.
And a key,
a very large key,
that opens something --
some useful door --
somewhere --
up there.

--Anne Sexton, "Riding the Elevator into the Sky"
-- from "The Awful Rowing Toward God"
(published in 1975 posthumously)

Listen to it, read by the poet, here

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Sun, 04 Sep 2005 16:18:24 -0700

I'd like to see this made into a really bad and funny B-movie ...

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Sun, 04 Sep 2005 16:15:36 -0700

In celebration of coffee ;-0

Thanks to azurose for #1 and #3 above.

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Fri, 02 Sep 2005 11:22:30 -0700

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Thu, 01 Sep 2005 13:32:53 -0700

Dr. Y.
I need a thin hot wire,
your Rescue Inc. voice
to stretch me out,
to keep me from going underfoot
and growing stiff
as a yardstick.

Death,
I need your hot breath,
my index finger in the flame,
two cretins standing at my ears,
listening for the cop car.

Death,
I need a little cradle
to carry me out,
a boxcar for my books,
a nickel in my palm,
and no kiss
on my kiss.

Death,
I need my little addiction to you.
I need that tiny voice who,
even as I rise from the sea,
all woman, all there,
says kill me, kill me.
My manic eye
sees only the trapeze artist
who flies without a net.
Bravo, I cry, swallowing the pills,
the do die pills,
Listen ducky,
death is as close to pleasure
as a toothpick.
To die whole,
riddled with nothing
but desire for it,
is like breakfast
after love.

--Anne Sexton, "Letters for Dr. Y" - February 16, 1960