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♦ Eleventh ♦

Mar 27, 2008 04:42

Der Krieg, wieEr glitzert wie die zerbrochene Bierflasche in der Sonne ( Read more... )

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imputing March 27 2008, 00:24:44 UTC

War, Like

It glitters like the smashed beer bottle in the sun
at the bus stop in front of the nursing home

It rustles like the ghostwriter's manuscript
at the peace conference

It flickers like the bluish reflection of the TV screen
on the somnambulistic faces

It smells lke the steel of the fitness studio's machines
like the breath of the bodyguard at the airport

It bells like the speech of the chairman
It swells like the fatwah out of the mouth of the ayatollah

It drips like the video game on the schoolboy's diskette
It glints like the chip at the bank's computing center

It spreads like the puddle behind the slaughterhouse

Breathing
rustling
it swells
smells

like

1/2 irislover March 27 2008, 00:42:46 UTC

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irislover March 27 2008, 00:43:50 UTC

I can't imagine how sad must have been the person who wrote this.

imputing March 27 2008, 00:46:50 UTC

I imagine any one of us could have written it, though perhaps with less flair.

irislover March 27 2008, 00:48:19 UTC

I wouldn't, because I don't have the talent for this and because I don't see the world that way.

imputing March 27 2008, 00:50:02 UTC

It wasn't the world the poet saw, it was war. There was war in the world. There is still, I presume.

irislover March 27 2008, 00:52:10 UTC

He made it sound as if everything in the world was about war.

imputing March 27 2008, 00:54:46 UTC

Is it not?

1/3 irislover March 27 2008, 01:03:57 UTC

irislover March 27 2008, 01:04:21 UTC

It's not!

irislover March 27 2008, 01:05:20 UTC

Because this world is about the people that live in it and the joy of love.

imputing March 27 2008, 01:06:55 UTC

Love has its enemies, doesn't it?

[ooc: Sorry! I obviously can't count x3]

irislover March 27 2008, 01:08:16 UTC

...No, it doesn't. Love is love.

((OOC: LOLOL it's FINE. Happens to everyone)).

imputing March 27 2008, 01:11:44 UTC

Love is the very cause of war.

[ooc: ♥♥~]

1/2 irislover March 27 2008, 03:33:26 UTC

I beg to differ, I believe the real cause is the opposite of love.

Watch me FAIL. I swear this is the last one. irislover March 27 2008, 03:37:42 UTC

Those... people like my father who chose to rely on the strength of their swords and use their might against others without end on sight. Those people are the ones who are afraid of love and hide behind their violence.

The world that poem portrays is a world that hasn't learned the joy of love yet. That isn't like the world I used to live on.

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