William Blake/ The Tiger

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TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears, And water’d heaven with their tears,

Did He smile His work to see?

Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Halloween/ Chris Rock/ Emily Dickinson

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Eat, drink and be scary. ~Author Unknown

At first cock-crow the ghosts must go
Back to their quiet graves below.
~Theodosia Garrison

One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
~Emily Dickinson

Charlie Brown is the one person I identify with. C.B. is such a loser. He wasn’t even the star of his own Halloween special. ~Chris Rock


And as long as we are going down this road now is probably a good time to hear from Michael Jackson, too. MJ who died the way he lived and lived the way he died.

Michael I hope you are happy (wherever you are) and finally have a nose you can  enjoy for a long time.   Why not get together with Janis, Elvis, Jim, John and the rest and do something like We Are The World Beyond?


World Series Mess/ Philadelphia Phillies Robbed of World Series Win

The Philadelphia Phillies were winning the game tonight 2-1 at the end of the 5th inning.  The field was a mess because of the rain that had been falling all night.  It was 39 degrees in the stadium.  The wind was blowing so hard that they suspended the infield fly rule.   A shortstop who had only made seven errors in the entire season couldn’t catch a routine pop fly.

So the game should have been called at the end of the 5th inning or ANY prior inning for that matter once the conditions became unplayable.  But that would have been the end of the World Series.  Game over.  Congratulations Philadelphia PA.

So they waited one half inning and when the Tampa Bay Devil Rays tied things up THEN they suspended the game.

Suddenly conditions were no longer playable.  And the Phillies didn’t even have a chance to bat in the same inning.  They got one less time at bat and the rest of the game will be played whenever the weather improves.

What changed in the first half of the sixth inning?  Nothing except the score.

Philadelphia was robbed.

Presidents Born In October/ Dwight Eisenhower

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Only Americans can hurt America. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower, speech, American Society of Newspaper Editors, 16 April 1953

The problem in defense is how far you can go without destroying from within what you are trying to defend from without. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

We are going to have peace even if we have to fight for it. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

Here in America we are descended in spirit from revolutionists and rebels – men and women who dare to dissent from accepted doctrine. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower, address, Columbia University, 31 May 1954

Freedom has its life in the hearts, the actions, the spirit of men and so it must be daily earned and refreshed – else like a flower cut from its life-giving roots, it will wither and die. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

I Woke Up This Morning And Went Here/ A Valentine Song/ Homeless In America

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We are back in Richmond tonight.  Here’s a photo from this morning.  I woke up about 4:30 and the person next to me was still sleeping.  I slipped out and walked down to the beach.  Nothing was on my mind.  I was blank.   And I was watching this ship on the horizon.  After awhile it reached a point where the horizon started to glow a little bit and I thought “this must be where the sun is going to arrive”.

And then the ship burst into flame.  Or so it seemed.
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This  photo is so dark.  I tried to lighten it up.  But nothing works.  This is the way the camera felt things were at this moment.  Does it seem ill-formed to you?
Time passed and I found other things to shoot.  What is a good way to describe what you are doing when you take a picture?  Shoot seems too much like NRA material.
There was a large woman sleeping in the sand.  She had been there the day before.  Later when the sun arrived she was there wrapped in her black clothing smoking a cigarette.  Someone started talking about a beached whale.
I didn’t find this  particularly funny.  What is it like to spend your day lying in the sand?  Do you talk to the sand?  Do you pray to the sky?
I wanted to take her photo.  But I didn’t want to invade her privacy.  Everyone in the photos I took today saw her there.  Nobody spoke to her.  She was in a separate world.  A separate universe.  And I couldn’t take anything from her.  So no photos.
After awhile I returned to the sky where we live.  I returned to the bed that catches the breezes as they enter the room from the balcony.  And I pulled the clean sheet up over my shoulder to evade the chill.  My brain settled into a dream .   And the woman next to me pressed her body against my back.
And the beach below received the waves and held the spirit of a large woman in a small nest.
Perhaps I will meet her in my dream. Because in the light of day the gulf is too wide and I find it too difficult to communicate with her.
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