Oooh! Slay Pride instead? Slay *your own* Pride instead? Now there's a reading of Abraham to turn the story on it's head. A story which has never made any sense to me at all before now, does.
Although a dangerous, roiling sort of sense. A kick-in-the-door, Wake-the-sleepers sort of sense. Perhaps this is what Azahru warns about with Poets and Truth.
Was thinking of going to the Anzac Day service, or to see the parade at least, but needed quiet on that day. Was out and about later, and saw that a lot of people had turned up. Was good to see. And so many comments about the day on the news and elsewhere were constructive, not jingoistic. Thought about a few poems and songs that express the futility and horror of all this, and now have this one to add to the list: hadn't ever read it before. Thanks for that.
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Move him into the sun...
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Although a dangerous, roiling sort of sense. A kick-in-the-door, Wake-the-sleepers sort of sense. Perhaps this is what Azahru warns about with Poets and Truth.
Thank you!
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