Kitty Genovese (Murder 1964) She became ash, gray, smoldering, then cold, white, windblown. He smothered her in blood and semen. Her last breath in the arms of a woman, I love you. You are not alone. Evelyn Francis McHale (The Most Beautiful Suicide 1947) A slogan, a title like Miss America or DOA? That final conversation on the ledge a hawk circling until it spots the luckless fish plucking luckless mosquitoes off the rim of water that separates lake from sky. The photograph, such a personal intrusion on such a public act. One can’t help but notice the crossed legs of someone reading the Sunday paper and the clenched fists of someone angry or sleeping through a nightmare after reading the Sunday paper. The note declaring failure to live up to the picture of perfection, scratched out – a final rebellion or a broken spirit? The absence of blood not the same as the absence of violence. Phan Thi Kim Phuc (War 1972) She is The Girl in the Picture* Trang Bang, Vietnam Everyone knows she is naked. Everyone knows she is on fire. Does anyone know she is still alive? Canadian, Christian, forgiving. Napalm leaves lasting scars on everyone it touches. Somewhere a pilot remembers that awful black smoke and orange heat, prays his aim was off the mark. The President, a man of some brand of honor, wonders if it is all a hoax. As if the purpose of war is to embarrass him by burning children. Scott McMillan (Terror 2014) He is the child who scribbles outside the lines on one day. Killed by parents, with a frying pan, the next. There are the rockets, red glare intact, dismembering other children where they live outside the lines. There are other lines, ones to wait in for food and shelter where the dismembering takes place bit by bit grating bone to white powder. Lines in museums dedicated to death camps and ash filled ovens. Lines in the sand, the siege of Jerusalem, the gulag of Gaza. Lines in 12 point type tell us day by day, line by line the history of violence, the story of hands on fire. * The Girl in the Picture: The Kim Phuc Story, the Photograph and the Vietnam War by Denise Chong
A Short History of Violence
10 Monday Nov 2014
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beautiful…maybe strange to “like” this one, but i couldn’t not. heard an interview with the girl in the picture and the photographer who captured the image…was the first time they’d spoken…very moving. thank you for this. i can’t imagine it was easy to write.
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thanks ann. this was difficult to write. i always read a poem out loud as i write it and i kept getting verklempt…felt like such a dork, but then not really…know what i mean? what a life story that girl ended up with. she got a second chance really made it count. i can understand the faith she has in a higher order.
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oh, it’s not dorky at all…that’s one of the many responsibilities of you bards…to tell the stories of the ones we’d forget otherwise. brings to mind dylan’s “hurricane,” or “of late,” by george starbuck – well worth reading if you haven’t already: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/19639
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amazing poem, thanks for showing it to me.
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thank you Ron for this unflinching look.
thank you for being unflinching.
thank you for being an unflinching poet.
these are just the sorts of things that poetry must be about.
or more accurately, must be immersed in. must bathe in.
this is the stuff of life on a planet with humans.
dammit.
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The beauty of these, your words,
are what bring the reader into these experiences,
as ugly as they may be.
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É uma das causas de distúrbio erétil psicológica. https://southsideisd.org/pearce/mdocs-posts/dual-language-brochure/
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