This Hallowed Ground
Without a shadow of a doubt
We gathered around and pierced the clouds:
Three gray spots against a sea of blue
To fill the hills with morbid black
To close their eyes, and lay them down
On this summer day, in this quiet town
And swiftly they obeyed, and all at once.
We turned easily around
Against the murmuring sun, and the deafening sound
But not averting our eyes from the light
Cheering silently at the spectacle
And then all was quiet, and we closed our eyes
Above the clouds, where all was white,
Returning home, or was it retreating.
And at night when the light was dead
Spots of black flames raged instead.
A finger pointing to the stars,
Whispering crackles, sparks, and sizzles —
It once was flesh but now is stone —
Remembering of its skin and bones
Is the only statue in the house of gods.
I have never seen these hills,
Felt the push, sensed the chills
Or covered by these sheets of flame
That grew in number, even as it rained.
I only decided that all was right
To come to you at the dead of night
To teach you to stop killing us.
I am the last to touch the sphere
As I armed the triggers in the rear
I closed my eyes to the sounds of wailing
Of a girl dying slowly, burning
Of a boy of seven hardening into stone
Crawling, struggling, dying all alone
And to think that I am sure any more — I am not.
A single shadow for a single soul
Now a candle floating down a river aglow
With shaded flames on wooden boats
In the quiet town where once they were
Before we came on the August day
In the steel encasement of the Enola Gay
And lay them all to sleep.
KF
Elephant Saida takes a shower in the elephants’ indoor pool of the Leipzig Zoo, central Germany, on Saturday, Sept. 18, 2010. (AP Photo/Jens Meye
I think you’ll like this one.
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A Christie’s employee poses for photographs behind a Roman bronze helmet found with the use of a metal detector, at the auction house’s offices in London, Monday, Sept. 13, 2010. The helmet is topped with a griffin. The face mask features perfectly arched eyebrows and an ancient gaze, framed by curls, and it is up for auction. Considered an extraordinary example of Roman metalwork, the mask was discovered in a field in northwestern England by a treasure-hunter armed with a metal detector. It is to be offered at auction Oct. 7 by Christie’s, with a guide price of 200,000 to 300,000 pounds, euro 240,000 to 360,000 ($242,000 to 363,000). (AP Photo/Matt Dunham)
43Timelessness is not a criterion for the quality art; it is evidence of, at best, some lingering social values, and at worst, the lack of progress in the artistic domain. Design ought never be judged by who may value it millenniums later; it must be merited by what can be taken away from it now; and it is inevitable that, as the tides change, so will the landscape; the transcendent is merely the aged, while the ephemeral is itself the symbol of life —- in art, and in us.
“Qui êtes-vous? Pourquoi êtes-vous dans mon rêve?”
“Who are you? Why are you in my dream?”
Je ne croirai jamais que tu as vu ce film, scottlava…super!
Wow…
