Liars - The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack
Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer (Father of the atomic bomb)
“The Fourteenth Book is entitled, “What can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?”
It doesn’t take long to read The Fourteenth Book. It consists of one word and a period.
This is it: “Nothing.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle
(Source: imagineatoms, via glorioussunday)
…j’ai besoin de mon amie, April maintenant. #earlgrey
Today, Sesame Workshop launches its newest initiative, Little Children, Big Challenges: Incarceration. This bilingual (English/Spanish) multimedia outreach initiative provides much-needed resources to support and comfort young children (ages 3–8) throughout their parents’ incarceration. Go to http://www.sesamestreet.org/incarceration for more information and project resources.
(via blaznpollypocket)
(not even a half made sandwich)
December came too early and a distant body I once butchered my heart for was carried into a concealed room labeled by health deprivation standards. His eyes were faint with a glorified suicidal blackness about them. But he no longer looked at me with them. “He’s dying from the inside,” they said when carrying the breathing corpse I once knew. “His heart and lungs are meeting their last hour.” So little did they know about the cause of his suffering. So little did they know about my role in his death.
December came too early and I sat invisibly by hazy-faced strangers in a small waiting room. The room was cold as if winter was starting anew, yet a child with chubby, flushed cheeks sitting on my left smiled up at me, oblivious to the bitter cold air.
Slowly as the words crawled across my computer screen, I realized that I reversed the characters’ roles. I was him and he was I. But I wanted that all along. In my fictitious tale, he was the victim and I the knife.
If I presented to you a half made sandwich, would you marvel at the absence of some essential ingredients? Could you consume what is lesser than the imitation of what I truly wanted to create… a marvelous sandwich.
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وأنتَ تُعِدُّ فطورك، فكِّر بغيركَ
لا تَنْسَ قوتَ الحمام
وأنتَ تخوضُ حروبكَ، فكِّر بغيركَ
لا تنس مَنْ يطلبون السلام
وأنتَ تسدد فاتورةَ الماء، فكِّر بغيركَ
مَنْ يرضَعُون الغمامٍ
وأنتَ تعودُ إلى البيت، بيتكَ، فكِّر بغيركَ
لا تنس شعب الخيامْ
وأنت تنام وتُحصي الكواكبَ، فكِّر بغيركَ
ثمّةَ مَنْ لم يجد حيّزاً للمنام
وأنت تحرّر نفسك بالاستعارات، فكِّر بغيركَ
مَنْ فقدوا حقَّهم في الكلام
وأنت تفكر بالآخرين البعيدين، فكِّر بنفسك
قُلْ: ليتني شمعةُ في الظلام
As you prepare your breakfast, think of others
Do not forget the pigeon’s food.
As you wage your wars, think of others
Do not forget those who seek peace.
As you pay your water bill, think of others
Those who are nursed by clouds.
As you return to your home, think of others
Do not forget the people of the camps.
As you sleep and count the stars, think of others
Those who have nowhere to sleep.
As you express yourself in metaphor, think of others
Those who have lost the right to speak.
As you think of others far away, think of yourself
Say: If only I were a candle in the dark.
— Mahmoud Darwish - Think of Others
"Maybe we could all express ourselves more fully if we say it without words."
— The Darjeeling Limited | Wes Anderson (via karoley)
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Yes, I have. I’ve suffered some personal difficulties. Number one, I’m a native of the state, lived here all my life, but in 1958, as I came from a regional meeting in North Carolina, I boarded the bus in Meridian, Miss., on the front seat where I sat and was told to move by the police. I, of course, refused. I refused to move to the back of the bus after being ordered to do so by the driver. And after I refused, of course-of course he got off the bus and went and called the police in Meridian and they conferred. And after having conferred with one another, two came on the bus and asked to see my identification. I showed them my identification. And after having done that, they asked me to get off the bus and come over to the police station with them-which was across the street. I went over there with them and they asked me what I was trying to do-stir up trouble? I told them, no, I was merely going home to my wife and children. Of course I had two children at the time. And they said, well, you know how things are done here. I said, yes, I was born 30 miles from here, which was Decatur, Miss. And after some 15 or 20 minutes of interrogation they permitted me to go back on the bus.
I went and got back in the bus and, of course, I sat back on the front seat. And having refused to move again, the bus driver pulled off. I heard as we moved away-a number of people say that, “We should go on and pull him off.” Of course I sat there and some three blocks from the bus terminal a white man boarded the bus and struck me in the face. This was about 3 o’clock in the morning. I was alone. Of course I refused to move and I came all the way to Jackson without any further incidents.
That along with many others-I’ve had a number of threatening called-people calling me saying they were going to kill me, saying they were going to blow my home up and saying that I only had a few hours to live. I remember distinctly one individual calling me with a pistol on the other end, and he hit the cylinder and of course you could hear that it was a revolver. He said,”This is for you.” And I said, “Well, whenever my time comes, I’m ready.” And, well, we get such pranks pretty frequently. But that does not deter us from our goal of first-class citizenship and getting more people registered to vote and doing the things here that a democracy certainly is supposed to espouse and provide for its citizenry.
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from The Autobiography of Medgar Evers
Answer to question: “In your work, Mr. Evers, in the state of Mississippi, have you personally been subjected to any difficulties or problems?”
(via wandering-street-radio)(Source: disciplesofmalcolm, via wandering-street-radio)
Bella, who licks people clean for a living. #senselessphototaking #mydog #whathappenedtoprintingphotos
