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Patrick Henry Pearse (Pádraig Anraí Mac Piarais), 10 November 1879 - 3 May 1916
I just recently discovered (or perhaps rediscovered) this poem when I recently heard Derek Warfield's recording of it on the Easter 1916 90th Anniversary double CD.
The Rebel
1] I am come of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow,
2] That have no treasure but hope,
3] No riches laid up but a memory
4] Of an Ancient glory.
5] My mother bore me ( Read more... ) -
not much to say, but not silent
didnt have much to say, but wanted to post something to keep things fresh, kinda a downer, but all that i have really writen thats worht saying recently. talk to you all more soon ( Read more... ) -
winter sucks
yup. winter really sucks. the time of year when i think that the whole "you could not appriceate the good with out the bad" mentality is really bullshit. honestly, if it were nice out ever day, then at least i could be haveing a shitty day any time of the year and be able to look at the sky and say "at least its nice out, i think i'll open the ( Read more... ) -
sorry to be quiet
yeah, sorry iv been out of it for a wile, just thinking things over, life as usual. at any rate, if josh is out there, has anyone elce made you a member yet, because i trie to aswer your request but it says that it has allready been done, has anyone elce done this? let me and josh know asap so we can get him on, and josh, try again on the page (the ( Read more... ) -
The silence of the grave.
We have all grown strangely silent... Are we all stranded in the Red Caves of Pali-Kao---each in his own way? Remember, comrades, that silence is the priviledge (and curse) of the dead. We the living have the right (and duty) to speak. Remember, too, that we have the obligation to speak for the dead, because, as Walter Benjamin has observed, ( Read more... ) -
Sur le passage...
On the Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time:
http://www.ubu.com/film/si.html
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The knight-errant in the city...
SIRE, I AM FROM THE OTHER COUNTRY
{excerpts from Formulary for a New Urbanism by Ivan Chtcheglov [http://library.nothingness.org/articles/SI/en/display/1]}
We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun. Between the legs of the women walking by, the dadaists imagined a monkey wrench and the surrealists a crystal cup. That's lost. ( Read more... ) -
A knight-errant of sorts...
Life During Wartime
A double agent: lost behind enemy lines... so thoroughly lost, indeed, the he has forgotten who and where he is; and what, if anything, he is or was to do here.
"Is the war over?" he wonders aloud to himself. "Can I go home now? Where is home, anyway? Perhaps I am already there...."
Language fails him. He is silent for days on ( Read more... ) -
Chivalry?
I do not know how, or even if, you guys define your political position or philosophy, but I unequivocally consider myself an anarchist. It seems to me that our project (as loosely described as it is) is at least anarchistic, if not explicitly anarchist. And we have made a commitment to one another as friends and comrades. And so, I ask: Is there ( Read more... ) -
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Like poison and a spool of thread, they go together ( Read more... )