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In Ulzana's Raid,
the Native- and European-American concepts of property ownership
and rights
are incompatible and irresolvable. McIntosh
had no illusions about that. He said hating Apaches for killing whites
is like hating the desert for having no water.
I suspect the movie's not a good source of anthropological data
and overlooks the commonalities among human communities
to focus on just a few bold characters
as all art must.
I consider McIntosh fortunate
to have died commensurate with the way he lived his life,
rolling a final cigarette, nothing between him and the desert,
and no gravediggers waiting, jesting, defecating. Also,
he is lucky to have had one last, dispassionate friend
to whom there is nothing left to say, the Chiracahua tracker
Kah-ti-nay.
Last night's performance of Beauty and the Beast
may have been the most victorious, ecstatic, cohesive
moment in our little school's history. Emily was Beauty, a filament of
energy
who doesn't like to be touched and has been known to punch
boys hard. She had memorized her lines until she was hardly
Emily but only Beauty in a blue dress unselfconsciously
hiking up her tights between the Beast's advances.
Is this done in every American town and the world
over so there's no need to feel lost or lonely
ever?
There is no context for a man
outside the platoon or raiding party, home or shop.
When violence comes to the neighborhood,
the hierarchy of communicants will hold or fold
it is then the peace work proves relevant. I noticed McIntosh,
grizzled as he was, accepted the given hierarchy, a raw lieutenant's
orders,
as he did the desert and Apaches, with a shrug and foreknowledge
of the outcome.
If there's anywhere with no Emily or Beauty
we should bring them such blessings at the point of a
gun. But there is no place without Emily, not
the least-known prison in deepest space as long
as we do not hate or hurt or shun
the Beast.
we did not Dye in vain!
from “songs of the sea snails”
though i’m just a slimy crawler,
my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
(oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
might stand out in a crowd.
i salute you, fellow loyals,
who labor without scruple
as your incomes fall
while deficits quadruple
to swaddle unjust Lords
in bright imperial purple!
Originally published by The American Dissident
Notes: In ancient times the purple dye produced from the secretions of purpura mollusks (sea snails) was known as “Tyrian purple,” “royal purple” and “imperial purple.” This dye was greatly prized in antiquity and was very expensive according to the historian Theopompus: “Purple for dyes fetched its weight in silver at Colophon.” Thus, purple-dyed fabrics became status symbols, and laws often prevented commoners from possessing them. The production of Tyrian purple was tightly controlled in Byzantium, where the imperial court restricted its use to the coloring of imperial silks. A child born to the reigning emperor was literally porphyrogenitos ("born to the purple") because the imperial birthing apartment was walled in porphyry, a purple-hued rock, and draped with purple silks. Royal babies were swaddled in purple; we know this because the iconodules, who disagreed with the emperor Constantine about the veneration of images, accused him of defecating on his imperial purple swaddling clothes!
LABOR OF LOVE THOUGHTS ON AWARENESS OF
THE NEEDS OF SELF AND THOSE OF OTHERS
Hey there, where you are now, I feel more than you can know;
In my life’s time, I too, have been there many times before:-
Now, in awareness, I’ve learned that you just have to be the real you;
Not endeavoring to be that other person that no way could ever be true:-
If you can, please give me a few seconds of your precious time,
And I promise the following will be more than mere entertaining rhymes:-
Listen, stop wallowing in defecating negative thoughts of who you are;
Strive on to be that beautiful, worthy being that God has created:-
Consider it this way: The food that you consider worthless
And thoughtlessly throw away, can, in more positive ways,
Become a nourishing blessing for those garbaging for nourishment;
Thus, give God the praise, glory, and thanksgiving, for your worthiness:-
Flush down the negative thoughts and wipe away dirty self negations;
Lay, sit, nor kneel in darkness, but in the light of God's divine wisdom :-
Hey—one more second—no longer be as a once lost wandering sheep;
You are young, and gifted to be a successful reborn Lamb of God’s grace:-
Go now—live in this loving grace—and be in labors of love to self and to others;
Go now, and be a worthy patron of God’s peace, and a reflector of His love:-
You can’t love others without loving self in thanksgiving to the Creator:-
Now go and look into the mirror and see love’s divine beauty looking back at you;
Eating, bathing, grooming, defecating and sleeping
All these are activities of daily living
We are breathing same air
Combing everyday our own hair
Warmed and darkened by same sun
Sleeping after a whole day is done
Shot or cut; black and blues we can have
Different type but our hearts same. It beats with blood!
One time or another we feel sad and glad!
You love games and fun. And I,too, is same!
Walk, run, talk, smile, cry: all we can do unless for some exemptions
Wholeheartedly without hesitations and inhibitions...
Captain on our own ships
Generals on our own everyday battles
Prima ballerina on our own life dance
Managers on our own businesses
Teachers on our own examples and words
Leaders on our own small or big ways
Builders and engineers of our own dreams
And much much more than we can imagine...
But...
What are those frowns?
Why are those arched eyebrows?
What are those questioning belittling look?
What and why are those foul remarks?
Different skin; different creed
Different names, different race
Different status; different styles
Different lands, different tongues
_
The bottomline is
God made me and God made you
Respect me and I will respect you
That we ought to do
No need for clue nor cue
DO RESPECT BECAUSE IT IS DUE
We are equal of dignity
Each and everyone possess a deal of integrity
All are blessed
All are gifted with talents
Capable of enhancing a potential
And discovering any other grace
Explore!
Taste the spice!
Speak humbly and be nice!
You maybe surprise!?!
How each and one can entice!
Therefore, you!
You who are racists!
CUT! CRACK! SLAM THAT RACISM CRAP!
Take a stand and make it grand!
No need for plans!
Hand and hand let's make this earth a better land!
(C) Olive Eloisa
12:55am
June 11, 2014
* This a terrible truth that still in this modern world we are in RACISM is still present as cruel as it was before.
For a strange incident, I can’t think of anything greater.
This is what I saw one night at the top of the escalator:
This pleasingly plump woman was naked below the waist.
A male and female security guard escorted her away in haste.
They both grabbed this disgruntled patron by each arm.
Away went this woman where she could do no more harm.
She wanted to get even with the house by defecating on the floor.
It’s a sure bet this woman won’t be seen around here anymore.
This is just an example of how people act when they lose their money.
Casinos usually bring out the worst in everybody.
Tiger me growls, kicking the dog on the floor.
She yelps, giving me the “I love you no matter what” eyes.
That makes Tiger me mad, so she wakes up Trixie.
They start wrestling around, growling and biting.
Trixie is scratching her eyes out. I get to work and get sent home.
It was not a dream. I have pink eye.
I guess all that crusty stuff I did not see in the mirror meant something.
I do not look into mirrors any more.
Or closets.
There are probably raccoons in there
And as much fun as it is thinking of them trying on my clothes,
What if they are also defecating in there? Who is going to clean that?
My day is beginning with a bang.
A colonoscopy? Sure. Sounds like fun.
How about next Tuesday?
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr