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Jul 07, 2005 12:10

September. 1918This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight ( Read more... )

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proximoception July 7 2005, 20:04:04 UTC
The Next War

(War's a joke for me and you,/While we know such dreams are true.--SIEGFRIED SASSOON)

Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death;
Sat down an eaten with him, cool and bland,--
Pardoned his spilling mess-tins in our hand.
We've sniffed the green thick odour of his breath,--
Our eyes wept, but our courage didn't writhe.
He's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed
Shrapnel. We chorused when he sang aloft;
We whistled while he shaved us with his scythe.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against his powers.
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars; when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death--for lives; not men--for flags.

- Wilfred Owen

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modest_heat July 8 2005, 01:26:06 UTC
i can't stop shaking thinking abt what cldve happened.

listening to of montreal, though--

it's a violent world
but there's still beauty
i'll take care of you
if you take care of me
..>

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elegant_requiem July 12 2005, 09:59:15 UTC
An exquisite poem, monsieur; I can only compliment you upon your taste.

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modest_heat August 5 2005, 04:44:51 UTC
i need to know all there is to know about loan-repayment-evasion. i have a [plan, &as usual it involves fun, plane ticjkets, &maybe ruining my /conventional/ life for good!

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