Tag Archive | war

what is it good for? (#9)

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the
long and
short of war
is recorded
in absence—spattered
between the holes in the
skin of ordinary lives–
those empty spaces echoing
with unknowing, with what could have been

Day 30 of NaPoWriMo linked us to oddness for inspiration–I clicked on “Pieces of History” first and was immediately confronted with war, long and short.  There’s no escaping it, it seems.

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When Nina and I first started our blog, I was doing mostly art, trying to make it a regular practice again.  One of the series I did then was called “what is it good for?” #8 was posted in 2014…and so it goes, the same question continues.  With #9, a nonet.

I want to thank the NaPoWriMo hosting site for connecting me to so many wonderful poets and pieces of writing, and for helping me actually do 30 poems for the first time.

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And to Joan Mitchell, for inspiring every piece of art I made for NaPoWriMo.  The works that I used as references are below.

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Passing

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“Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
and Usna’s children died.”
–Yeats

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Today is Veteran’s Day, and the quote from Day Nine of Jane Dougherty’s month with Yeats seemed an appropriate inspiration.  So many dead, so much destruction…  While remembering those who fought, and keep on fighting, our endless wars, we might also ask ourselves:  what have we learned?  what are we doing to keep it from happening again and again?

Crushed forest
ripping the sun bare–
never will
sky or wind
recall blood’s shadow without
black and bitter rain.

Shadorma for November composed with help from the Magnetic Oracle.

 

Postcard Fiction: Empty Handed

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how come nobody
why inside why
gone silent
transparent breath
empty handed

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction painting, above, by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes , is once again ambiguously suggestive.

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And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…

 

 

To Accompany Kerfe today

My sister Jane wore this necklace every day throughout the 70’s. The expression came from the group Another Mother for Peace (AMP), a grassroots anti-war advocacy group. Sadly it seems nothing has changed; it has accelerated. Still the words are very true. 

Headline Haiku: War Is Not Healthy (for children and other living things)

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memory fails to
stop enduring grief
daily
farewell
face death alone

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Two weeks ago the New York Times published a chart explaining some of the ways civilians have died in the Syrian War.  A little research online shows that in modern warfare it is estimated that 85-90% of all casualties are civilians (June 2014 American Journal of Public Health).  War also wreaks havoc on the environment, leading to more death.

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Some estimates of civilians killed in recent and ongoing conflicts:
Sudan-Darfur  200,000
Iraq  170,000
Syria  200, 000
Congo  60,000
Afghanistan  45,000
Pakistan  35,000
Mexico  50,000
Libya  30,000
Chechnya  100,000
Eritrea-Ethiopia  70,000
Sierra Leone  70,000

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There are not enough tears to encompass all this sorrow.

Come You Masters of War…

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not unknown, but not
acknowledged, sacrificed for
what? who? why? where?
why?