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Friday, April 9, 2010
With Pride we lead, got food will eat
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
By Wilfred Owen
- What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
- Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
- Can patter out their hasty orisons.
- No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
- Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
- And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
- What candles may be held to speed them all?
- Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
- Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
- The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
- Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
- And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, November 2, 2009
Then came the Man
Only a few more days of living by the spinal cord like a small animal; then the rebirth into a brave new world!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
impact...impact
In the mood for HidaSketch (and maybe therefore also in HidaSketch mood) in recent days it seems.
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