the people of gabon, so poor, deceived & despised, there must be an underground, a swell as great as the palestinians’…’freedom is just another word for nothin left to lose’.   the generals & carlyle managers , i pray, find their windfall coup a grenade of their laps.

father was in the tanks, @ dunkirk, dieppe & dday.  he never talked about it, he had terrible nightmares that telegraphed don’t ask.  he was married with children, & in his 30s when he signed up, he was one of the first to volunteer, if not the first, in his province.  he told me, when i asked why, that he had signed up so that i could attend  my peace rallies & communist scrums whensoever i wanted, & that whensoever i voiced my opinion i would remember those who had paid the price to provide me that right.  it’s difficult to fathom how tragically those sacrificed lives have been desecrated by the elites he loathed.  he was a staff sergeant/sergeant major, & refused any further promotion, as i mentioned he loathed the elites, along with the yanks, french, but he was awed by the russians.  i know my initial fascination with russia was tweaked by the admiration in his words, eyes & voice whenever russia’s contribution was mentioned.

the mic gloats dumping crapola on surrogates—could it have blow back?  i don’t follow arms sales & money but look forward to learning how to follow the flow of arms, its quicksands & grenades, following the money is beginning to bore.  🙂

thank you, dear ahh, for sharing this video.  watching it i realized fully why city (or the metropolis as our indian diplomat refers to it) destroys faith & the concept of a higher good, God.  the people collected, bonded & holding faith & hope above all illusions of safety & protection are magnificent & powerful.   i suppose city glimpsed it those years past in france, possibly had fomented it, & wickedly diverted it…but history does not repeat & here in this divine crowd we have the joy of watching history rhyme, souls united, awakening us globally, through the stink of DU, cluster bunnies & fukus, very like a morning house finch resurrecting beauty & hope.

blessings.

nureyev left the ground, it’s true few dancers outside of russia do, in the west our dancers are essentially gymnasts, not very adept @ that, while in russia the physical prowess & agility serve as the launching pad, allowing the artist to lift the audience along with the composer in search of the heavens.

thank you, ahh, i’ve been waiting for news, searching the intertubes but most has been a rehash or dubious speculation.  something is afoot, that’s for sure.  bubble bubble an ah that.  the junta (my dubious speculation) has prepared itself well for these moves, for there won’t be a single.  time for once (& finally!) is on africa’s side, & playing the long game, preparing well, securing their treasure & populations serves africa & sets empire’s evil $ nearer the flames’ edge.  empire is in hurry up mode, their toupees mayn’t yet be on fire but soon, very soon we will see think tanks declaring there is nothing to be done but to set their hair alight, take off their clothes & throw them out the window, shouting, this is it, there is nothing else…no other recourse…hurry hurry jump, trust us we’ll come along soon, very soon.

blessings.

i haven’t read borges for years, i was very young. i went from there to the greeks & euripides.  i’ve learned not to revisit my old gods, rains of time will wash the clay away.  perhaps if our times were not so crucial i might spend some winter’s eve delving through the library, but i fear it might be like revisiting george elliot only to discover she was a suffragette for israel.    thank you for the candle held in front of the coptic panels, & treasured ethiopian crosses.