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And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow…
TS Elliot
“ Lover come grab your guns
I know that you want some
Maps in flames..
Im comin after you
I know that you want some
Maps in flames..
Im comin after you
Move these frames, move these legs
Re-arrange with subtle change
Make it fit so you won’t feel
Won’t feel bored of it
I’m coming after you
Lover come grab your guns
I know that you want some
Maps in flames, I’ll follow you
While you lead the way
I’m coming after you
“
Shall we dance, or keep on moping?
Shall we dance and walk on air?
Shall we give in to despair?
Or shall we dance with never a care?
Life is short. We’re growing older.
Don’t you be an also ran.
You’ve got to dance, little lady. Dance, little man.
Dance whenever you can.
Happy New Year
still the sirens
Still the sirens
stitch the night air with terror—
pierce hearing’s membranes
with shrieks of pain and fear:
still they weave the mesh
that traps the heart in anguish,
flash bright bars of power
that cage memory in mourning and loss.
Still sirens haunt the night air.
Someday there will be peace
someday the sirens will be still
someday we will be free.
Dennis Brutus 1924 -2009
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