Awesome response. The poem Wasteland poem was also written shortly after the ending of World War I and there were many areas that looked like wasteland so it's an effective reminder of what man is capable of doing. Also in earlier times when battles were more dependent on good weather typically April the troops would stir after their winter encampments and begin fighting again. Another sad reminder of man's creating wasteland and burials of the dead.
In Japan I saw very old trees. In the USA trees are not always valued for their "inner spirit" nor the joy they give others. One tree I saw in Takayama was 800+ years old. Americans cannot fathom that.
Not only do you summarize one of Chaplin's movies - City Lights (and I do believe the flower girl was blind) - but you manage to weave in Chaplin's life story and why 'The Tramp' was created in the first place.
He came from nothing and became such an icon, all while showing the world that you did not have to lose your humanity in the process.
Thanks for joining me in celebrating Charlie Chaplin's 136th birthday with your tribute!
Yes, I agree. Fascist/autocratic/theocratic states in Russia and the USA will force Europe and Canada into a partnership that may benefit the world. May they be the light going forward.
Fully conscious and in good health, I am writing today my will:
After my death
Ransack my room
Search each item
That is scattered
Unlocked
Everywhere in my house.
Donate my dreams
To all those women
Who between the confines of
The kitchen and the bedroom
Have lost their world
Have forgotten years ago
What it is to dream.
Scatter my laughter
Among the inmates of old-age homes
Whose children
Are lost
To the glittering cities of America.
There are some colours
Lying on my table
With them dye the sari of the girl
Whose border is edged
With the blood of her man
Who wrapped in the tricolor
Was laid to rest last evening.
Give my tears
To all the poets
Every drop
Will birth a poem
I promise.
Make sure you catch the youth
Of the country, everyone
And inject them
With my indignation
They will need it
Come the revolution.
My ecstasy
Belongs to
That Sufi
Who
Abandoning everything
Has set off in search of God.
Finally,
What’s left
My envy
My greed
My anger
My lies
My selfishness
These simply Cremate with me...
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