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| THE HANDSTAND | october(emergency issue re. Gaza atrocities)2004 |
Ha ! said the mighty Jesus as Judas Ripped open the wallet of the Judaic
minstrel. Ha!, What have we here in the heart of a
whore? Judas winked as he split open the pod Where the worm dwelt in the heart of man. The worm sang in the blood: Let us refuse to worship in the cause of
death Let us worship no more Let the women seeking the keel of a boat
Keep in mind how you twist your spine, To bend over the oar, and plough the
wave! Let the women be naked, dancing; Let the men lie beyond in the harvest
field Cracking kernels and swilling water From the gutter that runs under an altar. Ha! Said Jesus sinking down He placed his hand on the earth He sang, and the note between his jaws, Released on the world, sung thus: I am also naked. I am the linen-sail
hoisted In air. The wind taughtens my seam
That gust presses like an embrace On the gut of my belly where a savage
hand Tied knots. That billow of the sea Caresses the lip of my being and I roar These lines, as I travel through waste
pastures. I am carried by an urge Alone above the carcase of a plank My surging shape thrusts beyond all But a bird of passage whose wings Reverberate with light
A dim lantern at night, flashing, A star; by dawn resting In this wooden nest of the wave, Is my companion. Jesus, a man, glanced at his fists, he Wrestled with Judas in word and glance And the callus on the palm betrayed A working man who left off the saw To sharpen a blade of ice for the winter Of the deluge of drought. jocelyn braddell©
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nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But
it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the
gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his
banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within
the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all
the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself.
For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in
accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face
and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies
deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a
nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to
undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body
politic so that it can no longer resist. A murder is less
to fear: (Cicero
Marcus Tullius SPQR)
As one who is heavily involved in
the effort to expose the self-terror of 9/11, pretext for
three wars of aggression against Muslims and counting, I
was fascinated to read of the fate of the Patria - the
ship's name weirdly foreshadowing our new holiday
"Patriot Day, Sept. 11," America's home-grown
Guy Fawkes Day. |
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