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the faceless socialist

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the faceless socialist by stefan montalbetti july'10 Uploaded by raYmon "the faceless socialist' is not faceless the face is not blacked out but whitened out, it is in fact the face which boldly demands attention … a distinctive etched face, ghost-like obliterated, beckons behind the white mask of this agrarian worker behind what? A plough, a gate, a tombstone … holding what in the left hand? A pitchfork, a flag, a spear … a prophet's staff ... are those fences? Flowing fences where the lone figure poses battle-ready protecting the furrowed earth … one-armed, one-eared, one-buttoned, half-rolled sleeve, the half-known icon, not full frontal, not fenced in, angled … resting, watching, waiting, retreating … he … though slightly showing … eyeless, mouthless & legless … sees, speaks & stands in the tradition of brothers and sisters proud, strong & free … there is no balance, no justice, no reparation … no thing can heal the outrage done to … the

if only i feared

if only i feared death the sky would not darken if i had no word the grass would brown if i had thistles in my mouth the wind blown seeds would land if i had freedom in my heart the great flood would not come if i opened my eyes the sky would darken - See: Writings :: note :: ... nothing to note ...

Mortgaged Time

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Korean East Coast Originally uploaded by raYmon The ocean water, one thousand and eight eyed, opens its lids of white foam to axe you, wide and deep sixty years long. fall my heart, from the temple of time fall, you blossoms, from rain drenched branches fall, as tears fall from the widened eye Dark words, harder days are coming where Korea's sky blackens the earth, it's wounded tiger seeks a cave for its hate handing you the monks bowl of rice water. A handful of pain is lost in the sunken ships. Only hope cowers blinded by the flame Where Korea's earth blackens the sky, a hand looks for solace and fills the plaza with yearning. Before winter hears the call through the first sun the unspeakable, said softly, steals over the land. - See: Writings ::note:: ... the first anniversary of my visit to Korea ... an Ingeborg Bachmann In the Storm of Roses mashup ...