I Read the News Today, Oh Boy
by Jamelah Earle on Thursday, July 7, 2005 01:00 pm
I said I'd try to write something about today's terrorist attacks in London, but words fail me. What is there to say about the unspeakable horror of ripping lives apart in the name of making a point? And what point has been made, other than people can be so terribly inhuman?
I don't know, and I can't say, and yes, words fail me, so I give you these, from Pablo Neruda:
I don't know, and I can't say, and yes, words fail me, so I give you these, from Pablo Neruda:
WE ARE WAITING
There are days that haven't arrived yet,
that are being made
like bread or chairs or a product
there are factories of days to come:
they exist, craftsmen of the soul
who raise and weigh and prepare
certain bitter or beautiful days
that arrive suddenly at the door
to reward us with an orange
or to instantly murder us.
6 reponses to "I Read the News Today, Oh Boy"
I have all these thoughtsbut I don't know where to begin. Back & forth, one country against the other, both blame the other... there is something terribly wrong with the world.
No WordsAs someone who used to live in London, and very near Edgeware Road station (where one of the possibly terrorist attacks occurred) I feel sad and helpless today. No one has answers as to why this happened. That Pablo Neruda poem is probably fitting. You never know what each day will bring. I hope tomorrow and onward our days will bring peace.
I am freaked out!Well I just hope this is not an excuse to bomb some other country. I think that is inhumane too, what about Iraq. All this shit scares the shit out of me. Fuck I don't want to ride the fucking metros anymore. I want to go live in some fucking tent in the middle of nowhere. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE?It is a damn fucking shame. Iraq was a shame too. It is also a shame that now MORE RACIAL PROFILING IS GOING TO HAPPEN... Can you blame us? Well, yes kind of, and no kind of. I don't know who the instigator is.
words cannot fail.......although days like this prove that men fail. The death toll has reached somewhere in the thirties, should we be thankful that it wasn't in the thousands? Do thirty dead humans with families outweigh a possible death toll like that of nine eleven? I don't feel any better. Will our world make bumper stickers and tee shirts and posters and forever remember this day?I don't think so. I can't express my rage. What if I had those responsible tied up and gagged in front of me? Would I kill them?Is killing ever able to stop more killing? I think of religion in times like this. Maybe religious groups are right. Maybe the end is close at hand. Maybe god set us up to fail. "and he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away." -Revelation 21:4-From John's pen, to god's ear. It sounds better than anything any man on any news channel in any land has said. Tonight I feel ashamed. Tonight I look at my kind with disgust.
It's like all humankind is listening to its parents fight. We don't know whose fault it is; or is it both of their faults, and can't they patch it up? And we are forever plagued by the fallout of something that went wrong long, long ago...
Todayas when people were killed in Madrid, New York or Buenos Aires some years ago my critical-mental-action is disparada in the first seconds after I recived the noticia and then, at least for some days I only feel sadness.I didn