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This is the Feast Day of Sants
Serapion of Antioch and the martyr Marcellus The Centurion. 1485: England’s Henry VII
is crowned. Benito Mussolini forms his Fascist Government in Rome on this day in 1922.
1929: Stocks are stone cold dead in the market.
In 1938 actor-writer producer Orson Wells scares the hell out of everybody when he
broadcasts a dramatization of H. G. Wells "War of the Worlds" on CBS radio. It
is widely mistaken as ‘the real thing’, an invasion from outer space. 1944:
There are unconfirmed rumors circulating in the Pacific Northwest that Japanese saboteurs
are bobbing and swimming up the Columbia river disguised as salmon. To Spawn?
1973: Warner Bros. Records announces it will market the Nixon/Watergate tapes. The
following day The White House informs Judge John Sirica that President Nixon cannot
deliver two of the tapes. (He might have, had Warner Bros. sent the advance on time.)
Time to get that Halloween costume out of mothballs & don’t forget to tell the
kids to travel in packs tomorrow and only accept wrapped candy and Martini’s if the
host makes them in front of you..
- RM 10/16/98 |
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John Adams o
Charles Atlas o Winifred Bailey o Ernest Flatt o Dick Gautier o Ruth Gordon o Ruth Hussey o Claude Lelouch o Louis Malle o Amey Palm o Ezra Pound o Richard Brinsley Sheridan o Gracie Slick o
Paul Valery o Henry Winkler |
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Even age and time
take on a sameness with age and time.
Without a higher source, how can we have higher aims?
The energy of the will is the soul of every great character.
Service is a privilege. |
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JOHN LENNON, 1940-1980 |
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This man
came across the universe
when needed
crying 'nothing's gonna change
my world'
and was taken from it
long before the job
that he invented for himself
was finished.
The silt that settles in and saddens
erases endings and enrages starts
is not that maniacs continue
to still genius,
it is the knowledge knocked into us
yet again
that peace is not with the people
and love cannot, will not be legislated,
It does not spread among us
with the urgency of pestilence or plague.
Lunacy is the new epidemic.
Will there be statistics soon
that tell us madness now strikes
one in four?
The widow and the child
the nation and the citizen
cannot mourn
and by so doing be relieved.
With presidents and popes
and poet minstrels
in the crossfire,
who walks in safety?
Not the Georgia child,
not the city subway rider,
not some divided country
believed that it fights a holy war
by sacrificing its people
to famine and fast.
It is not enough to hope
that ashes
taken by the wind so quickly
will come to earth as seeds,
and new John Lennons will begin to sprout
by the thousands and the thousands.
We must continue to BELIEVE
that many are the men of peace
who from time to time will set out
to walk among us.
Even now
as we await, anticipate
the arrival of the newest architect
of sensibility
we are late in joining hands
to form a circle of protection for him.
But I have noticed, only recently
that the widows of slain giants
take on a certain afterglow,
or was this the shine
that illuminated those great men
before the slayings
seen only now
because the greatness we observed
has been removed.
Perhaps it is a partnership,
one we never understood.
If so
the half that stayed behind
shines brighter than most constellations,
their guiding light or residue
remains a beacon
a searchlight that still scans the heavens
in search of that bright beam
that went ahead.
- from The Beautiful Strangers, 1981 |
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