August 28, 2020
I’m watching the march on Washington D.C. on the anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr.’s I have a dream speech delivered from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in 1963
George Floyd’s brother Philonise spoke surrounded by his family and I watched him rub his brow and bow his head down deeply and I knew he was having a panic attack as the crowd surged in on him I knew it as clearly as I know my own name I thought he was going to faint but they got him out of there and my son said he was being held up by the ghosts of King and Malcom X and Gandhi Muhammad Ali and Medger Evers and Rosa Parks
I give my tears to the dead today I give my water to the dead
posted by Radish King at 10:57 AM
4 Comments:
How many times can our hearts break so hard?
Mary for some reason these lines from Ginsberg’s Howl keep ricocheting through my brain
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time—
and I keep saying now we’re really in the total animal soup of time and we really are aren’t we?
X
Some people really haven’t figured out that what happens to one of us happens to all of us. I love what Page said, and the water you gave to the dead. The living are nourished by it too.
I love you Rosemarie and the impact you’ve had on my life. I’m so lucky to have met you in the meat world. Lucky and blessed. XR
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