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THINGS OUR HISTORY BOOKS DON'T
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On this day in 1793 Marie
Antoinette was beheaded [but not before accidentally (?) stepping on the executioners
foot]. In 1829 the Tremont Hotel opens in Boston. Considered America’s first modern
hotel, it has 170 rooms and 8 bathrooms. With hot and cold running guests? 1951 the first
motion picture showing the inside of a living heart is shown. PETA sues.
Talk about an odd couple, on this day in 1944 "Forever Amber" and "The
Robe" began rolling endlessly off the presses. Just in case you were wondering, today
is the first day after The Ides of October.
- RM 10/12/98 |
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Chuck Colson o
Linda Darnell o William O. Douglas o Gunter Grass o
Bert Kaempfert o Angela Lansbury o John Loudon o Eugene O’Neill o Suzanne Somers o
Morgan Stevens o Noah Webster o Oscar Wilde |
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When I die I hope my
heart and body will be so scarred from love
as to make an autopsy impossible.
Rain’s a good excuse for everything.
If I love my fellow man a little more today tomorrow I’ll
move more gently through his space.
Language has no ends and no beginnings, other than the coda
each death makes and the paragraph that starts with each new birth. |
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THE WINDS OF WAR |
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The winds of war
no longer hide inside
or thread their way
through clouds.
Nor do they sit on haunches
at the freeway offramp
waiting to pounce upon
unlucky strangers
who strayed away
from all the yellow brick roads
meant to lead the traveler
forever forward.
And the war winds’ specialty
of sailing in, then sailing back
and taking with them all the love
stored, piled, and hoarded
by those of us who wished to be
sure that when the famine came
we’d have love to spare, to share
has ceased to be.
No wind is trickster anymore
except where funnels start
far off
then turning to tornadoes
carry Dorothy and her shaggy Toto
to exotic places.
Wind has learned that love,
while not a conqueror,
wins far more battles
and makes so many lasting treaties
that being in the winner’s circle
supercedes the insecurity
that battlegrounds in foreign lands
or friendly soil
affords the stumbling, inept soldier.
They go on making and erecting
monuments to war
that all the winds
if they were joined together
for a final blow
could not knock down or tumble.
Peace is a wind as evergreen
as everyone would have it.
- From "Watch For The Wind", 1983 |
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