Come sing with me

Posted on August 18, 2011 by Michaela

COME SING WITH ME 
by Justme

Come sing with me, oh choir of man
For knaves and kings and precious things
You have not known or understand.

Come dance with me, oh child of God
For her and he and all things free
While you still move above the sod

Come lie with me, oh queen of life
For want and will and endless still
That knows not of the human strife

Come pray with me, oh spirit child
For tower and tree and bird and bee
That knows there is no wild

Come sleep with me, oh prince of peace
For dark to day and to find a way
That knows all tongue will rest and cease

Come home with me, oh blessed might
For touch and time and your life sublime
That’s knows you are my loving light

Your now with me, oh spirit man
Destiny unfold the master plan
You arrived back home from where you came
Despite you playing the human game

Rest now, all is well…..

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Dog days

Posted on August 18, 2011 by Michaela

By Danny Schechter

Now that the debt drama is over for the moment, we can all safely retreat into what was once called the “dog days of summer” and chill out if the volatile weather allows us to. We can think back to that old song, “Summer time and the living is easy” even as we all know that for millions “the living” is anything but.

The House and Senate have become ghost-like chambers because all its members, so filled with strident indignation and inflexible talking points just a week ago, are now off on their paid vacations hyping their political war stories to their grandchildren.

Imbued with a sense of triumph, the Tea Party is huddling to come up with ongoing tactics to hold the system hostage while the party leaders plan the new “Super committee” with 12 chosen acolytes (how Biblical, that number 12!) to map the next round of fiscal blood-lettering.

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Activism

Posted on August 17, 2011 by Michaela

From the Economist

ANNA HAZARE, a 74-year-old activist fond of calling hunger strikes to demand a tougher fight against pervasive corruption in India, was due to start a big protest in Delhi on August 16th. But at dawn, as he and many thousand supporters prepared to gather at a city park, plain-clothes policemen arrested him and, struggling to get through a dense crowd, took him away. Apparently it was necessary to lock up the pensioner for “preventative custody”: he has been dumped in Tihar jail, Delhi’s main prison, for the next seven days.

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Greed

Posted on August 17, 2011 by Michaela

A man clears up in a supermarket in West London

An Essay by Thomas Hüetlin

The blazing infernos which took hold in the UK’s biggest cities have shocked British society. It wasn’t a desire to protest that drove the brutal looters onto the streets, but pure consumer greed. Bankers, politicians and media moguls have made this greed socially acceptable.

Ashraf Haziq is 20 years old, a student from Malaysia. He was fasting during Ramadan and had the misfortune to be cycling on his bike in Barking, an area in East London, last week.

First there was a gang of kids. They threatened him with knives, broke his jaw and stole his bike. As he sat dazed on the sidewalk, staring at the blood that was dripping from his face onto the ground, the next gang appeared. Its members were older; some were masked. One helped him to his feet and supported him, but this supposed aid was merely a diversion as another helped himself to the contents of the injured man’s rucksack at the same time; throwing away some of what he stole and pocketing the rest. He grinned broadly, prancing with joy.

It was pictures like these that disproved the theory that the riots were protests, or a youth rebellion like those that have taken place in other European countries against government austerity packages.

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Live with love

Posted on August 17, 2011 by Michaela

WHAT IS IT TO LIVE WITH LOVE
By Justme

What is it to live with love?
To combine, to commit,
to converge, and to see.
To understand you can’t change that,
which is already,
so definitely free.
To know that fault lies only,
with ones little idea
called me.

To ponder for just a moment, the unknowable,
and then fully, let go.
To awake from slumber, not by words,
but by action, not show.

To approach the day with an expectant pledge.
To force that which is unmovable over the edge
with an unstoppable, undeniable force.
To realise it’s not you,
but the invisible,
God source.

To understand that to mend could only mean, something is broke
To laugh at the image and discard it
and remove
that illusory, human cloak.

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Caricature

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Michaela

M al-Gaddafi on a mural Zinan

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The construction of suffering

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Michaela

By Dr. David Nally

When considering starvation, context is everything. This fact is easily illustrated. Consider, for a moment, the actions of David Blaine, the US magician, who in 2003 spent 44 days in a six-foot-by-three-foot plexiglas chamber suspended in the air near Tower Bridge, London, without any food.

Blaine was seemingly motivated by Kafka’s short tale, The Hunger Artist – and perhaps in the magician’s mind this endurance test was the logical extension of being entombed in a block of ice or buried alive in a coffin – but for the watching public this caper was in bad taste. To wilfully starve oneself seemed to many people to be a perverse and disgusting show. Blaine was booed and jeered on a regular basis before he finally abandoned his stunt, weary and exhausted.

Now consider a second, more common image of hunger – the anonymous, starving black child. We’ve all seen her picture at some point: semi-naked, flies gripping eyelids, stick-like limbs, parched lips, sunken cheekbones, balding head, and sightless eyes. The child is obviously severely undernourished and requires food, but we do not get the sense – at least from this image – that she is being compelled or forced to go hungry. The picture is a stark one to be sure, but when it speaks to us it says only, “I starve”. We are presented with raw biology or “bare life”.

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Trader

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Michaela

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Impressions and perspectives

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Michaela

 

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Who will love me

Posted on August 15, 2011 by Michaela

WHO WILL LOVE ME
By Justme

Who will love me, if not you.
Who will care about anything I do.
The dawn will come and so to the night
The sun will rise and the wind will fight.
Though the sky is clear and crystal blue,
Will anyone notice, anything I do.

If I die right here and now
Will a tear be wiped from my saddened brow.
Will the trumpet roar and the band play loud.
Will angels dance, upon a fluffy cloud.

Will it reach sky news or the national press
Would it pass the editors, admission test.

I guess for now there is only me.
The oval window and the dancing tree.
Its ok, for I, can do no wrong
I can sing my own, silly saddened song.

I write these words just to be.
Though we chat, you know nothing of me.
And if someday all is peaceful and fulfilled
Remember, everything is perfectly, silently
Still

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