Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
In their worlds of morality, venality, normality, we dare not show exceptionality or illumine their mediocrity. In perfect worlds of better and best we unbelievers forage for crumbs, along with the rest, yet refuse to invest in their insufferable totality. |
HERE LIES A QUEER after Amanda Gorman That hill we die on will be blood stained with the miscarriage of justice, just us breaking through the silence for those muted by dogmatic bigotry, that gift from generations bound by hatred and fear. Hear us when we say queer. Hear us when we shout queer. Bury us with the epitaph HERE LIES A QUEER. We will clap back from the graveyard. Kåre Enga [180.44] (25.mai.2023) 10 lines free verse "Poet Amanda Gorman spoke out after her poem The Hill We Climb, which she recited at President Joe Biden's presidential inauguration, was removed from an elementary school in Miami-Dade County, Florida." https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/author-of-poem-removed-from-florida-school-fir... |