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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 not clothed. The world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of 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 cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from an iron cross. -- Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1953Winged Victory of Somathrace Unique forms of Continuity in SpaceNude Descending a Staircase

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Night Poem

The sleepless nights howl out for meThe daylight coos my sleep.Awake, the Moon, the fire in meThe Sun, in sullen, sink.The stars they guide my lighted pathThe bright skies to my bed.Reject the light I...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 01:46:00 GMT

For my Monks!

Attached MessageFrom: Vai*******To: Co*******Subject: This monks for youDate: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 05:50:39 ESTSometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye... Here is a poem I wrote for Humani...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 01:04:00 GMT

To be of use

To be of useby Marge PiercyThe people I love the bestjump into work head firstwithout dallying in the shallowsand swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.They seem to become natives of that ele...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:28:00 GMT

Fable

Come here to me.There is nothing that ties you down to where you're at.Not the dusty crumbling earth that clings to your shoes.Not even this gray experienced time you've re-entered,Filled with fast mu...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:52:00 GMT