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The Owl

THE OWL

A swift and silent shape by night,
the mice do not find her wise,
But precious and terrible in flight.
And her eyes not unblinking,
swift searching, knowing, unthinking.

If men were small and grey and white,
in terror would we her praises sing.
And build a church upon some height,
adorned with little tiny claws
and images of mice and moths.

Old one-eye on eight-legg’d steed,
neér rode so well on wings as these
choosing slain adrunk with mead.
In gladan fields now heroes roam.
They never prayed midst forest loam.

Nor sang their joy in mortal terror
of goddess born of wind and pain.
Nor feared to squeak a mortal error.
A tiny song of praise and fear:
We hope to live another year.

Do rodents make a tiny pope,
clothed in robes of moss and gold.
And does he speak of faith and hope
and safety later than today,
if only now their tithe they pay?

Copyright © 1997, 2013, 2018 Henry Edward Hardy

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A Marine’s Poem leads to US Representative David Obey’s anti-liberal tirade


Survivor’s Guilt

I stare at this paper and don’t know what to say
I don’t feel right saying “happy memorial day”
I don’t find anything happy in the price you’ve paid
We’re both just pawns when this game called
war gets played
My body came home but my spirit just stayed
That hot Iraqi day when you were slayed
Watching my back so I could sleep unafraid I
heard the explosion from where I laid
And instantly I watched the skies go grey
I watched my life just float away
How could things go this way
You were my brother in arms and you took my place
But not like the way that car bomb took your face
And blew off your limbs
When I think about it my head starts to spin
I get noxious when I think of your family
I want to tell them I truly am sorry
I’m sorry your son died protecting me
This isn’t the way things were meant to be
You see that day your son took my duty
Your brother sacrificed four 4 hours of sleep
So he could go guard a gate for me
Your fiancée took my fate from me
I’m sorry your father took my place for me
I’m sorry I can spend memorial day with my family
Today should have been a memorial for me
At least then the survivor could have lived guilt-
free

–Cpl. Cloy Richards

When Tina Richards, the mother of Corporal Cloy Richards, who is returning to Iraq for a third tour, encountered Representative David Obey (D-WI), Chair of the House Appropriations Committee, Richards mentioned her son was a Marine who was returning to Iraq and that she had just been to Obey’s office to drop off her son’s poem, “Survivor’s Guilt”.

Obey became infuriated and went into a tirade against, “idiot liberals” who call for an immediate cutoff of war funding:

It doesn’t. The President wants to continue the war. We’re trying to use the supplemental to end the war, but you can’t end the war by going against the supplemental. It’s time these idiot liberals understand that. There’s a big difference between funding the troops and ending the war. I’m not gonna deny body armor. I’m not gonna deny funding for veterans hospitals, defense hospitals, so you can help people with medical problems, that’s what you’re gonna do if you’re going against that bill.

When Tina Richards and the other members of the Occupation Project, an anti-war group, suggested that all that was necessary was not to pass any more war appropriations, Obey seemed to become unhinged, accusing one man of “smoking something illegal” and pointing to his empty inner coat pocket and almost-shouting, “do you see a magic wand?”

Obey’s office has been one of several around the country where anti-war sit-in’s and other forms of non-violent protest have been taking place.

Obey’s Tirade youtube link from Grassroots America

See also: Congressman’s video blunder shows Democrats split on war Washington Times
Tina Richards, A Mother of a US Soldier Crosses Paths With Rep. David Obey Al-Jazeerah
Protests target state’s lawmakers: Activists urge Obey, Kohl to vote against funding for war Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

Copyright © 2007 Henry Edward Hardy

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10 March, 2007 Posted by | Bush, David Obey, democrat, democratic, idiots, Iraq, liberal, marines, media, military, news, poetry, politics, protest, scanlyze, tirade, US House of Representatives, video | 3 Comments

I Dreamed I saw Joe Hill Last Night

Joe Hill’s Last Will

My will is easy to decide,
For there is nothing to divide,
My kin don’t need to fuss and moan-
“Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.”
My body? Ah, If I could choose,
I would to ashes it reduce,
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow.
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again.
This is my last and final will,
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill

Joe Hill was an IWW man. The Industrial Workers of the World (IWW) was, and is a radical union dedicated to abolishing the wage system and replacing it with a democratic system of workplace organization.

Joe Hill was a migrant laborer to the US from Sweden, a poet, musician and union radical. The term “pie in the sky” is believed to come from his satirical song, “The Preacher and the Slave”.

Hill was framed for murder and executed by firing squad in Salt Lake City, Utah on November 19, 1915. His last words were, “Fire!”

Just before his death he wrote to fellow IWW organizer Big Bill Haywood a letter which included the famous words, “Don’t mourn, Organize”.

The poem above was his will. It was set to music and became the basis of a song by Ethel Raim called “Joe Hill’s Last Will”.

A praise poem by Alfred Hayes became the lyrics of the best-known song about Joe Hill, written in 1936 by Earl Robinson. This was sung so beautifully by Joan Baez at Woodstock in 1969:

Joe Hill

words by Alfred Hayes
music by Earl Robinson

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” said he,
“I never died” said he.

“In Salt Lake, Joe,” says I to him,
him standing by my bed,
“They framed you on a murder charge,”
Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead,”
Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead.”

“The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe” says I.
“Takes more than guns to kill a man”
Says Joe “I didn’t die”
Says Joe “I didn’t die”

And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe “What they can never kill
went on to organize,
went on to organize”

From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
where working-men defend their rights,
it’s there you find Joe Hill,
it’s there you find Joe Hill!

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” said he,
“I never died” said he.

Written in reply to America, Tiger Lilies & and Politics: A Response to “America the Beautiful and Rabih Haddad”

see also: America the Beautiful and Rabih Haddad

Joe Hill (wikipedia)
Joe Hill mp3’s at emusic.

Copyright © 2007 Henry Edward Hardy

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4 February, 2007 Posted by | anarchism, audio, Big Bill Haywood, courage, history, IWW, Joan Baez, Joe Hill, labor, media, mp3, music, nonviolence, peace, poetry, politics, protest, radical, repression, revolution, scanlyze, socialism, strikes, Sverige, Sweden, unions | 4 Comments

Harold Pinter receives Legion D’Honneur

…Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

American Football
Harold Pinter

Radical playwright and poet Harold Pinter has received the high honor of the French Legion D’Honneur from French Prime Minister Dominique de Villepin. de Villepin was quoted by BBC as praising Pinter’s poem, American Football: With its violence and its cruelty, it is for me one of the most accurate images of war, one of the most telling metaphors of the temptation of imperialism and violence. Pinter was the winner of the 2005 Nobel Prize for Literature.

American Football
French PM honours Harold Pinter (BBC)
Harold Pinter (wikipedia)
Art, Truth and Politics, Pinter’s Nobel lecture (text and video)
HaroldPinter.org

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20 January, 2007 Posted by | archives, Iraq, Legion D'Honneur, media, news, nobel prize, Pinter, poetry, politics, scanlyze, torture, war | Leave a comment

Anthem for Doomed Youth

Anthem for Doomed Youth

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.

–Wilfred Owen, KIA, 1918

http://www.hcu.ox.ac.uk/jtap/warpoems.htm#7

Wilfred Owen (wikipedia): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfred_Owen

WOMDA The Wilfred Owen Multimedia Digital Archive: http://www.hcu.ox.ac.uk/jtap/

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17 January, 2007 Posted by | archives, poetry, scanlyze, war, WWI | Leave a comment