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Tim is a 56 year old guy from Bococmo, Missouri, USA

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  • Congressman Dennis Kucinich

    Rated 07:18pm • 12 reviews • liberal politics • house.gov

    Why is it we have finite resources for health care but unlimited money for war?

    The inequities in our economy are piling up: trillions for war, trillions for Wall Street and tens of billions for the insurance companies. Banks and other corporations are sitting on piles of cash of taxpayer money while firing workers, cutting pay and denying small businesses money to survive.

    People are losing their homes, their jobs, their health, their investments, their retirement security; yet there is unlimited money for war, Wall Street and insurance companies, but very little money for jobs on Main Street.
    Unlimited money to blow up things in Iraq and Afghanistan, and relatively little money to build things in the US.
    The Administration may soon bring to Congress a request for an additional $50 billion for war. I can tell you that a Democratic version of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan is no more acceptable than a Republican version of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

    Trillions for war and Wall Street, billions for insurance companies... When we were promised change, we werent thinking that we give a dollar and get back two cents.

  • Afternoon rose on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

    Rated 07:06pm • 1 review • photography • flickr.com

    Afternoon rose
    An Afternoon
    As he writes, without looking at the sea,
    he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
    The tide is going out across the shingle.
    But it isn't that. No,
    it's because at that moment she chooses
    to walk into the room without any clothes on.
    Drowsy, not even sure where she is
    for a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead.
    Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed,
    head down. Legs sprawled. He sees her
    through the doorway. Maybe
    she's remembering what happened that morning.
    For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him.
    And sweetly smiles.

    Raymond Clevie Carver

  • Lost in the forest... on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

    Rated 07:05pm • 1 review • photography • flickr.com

    Lost in the forest...
    Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
    and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
    maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
    a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

    Something from far off it seemed
    deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
    a shout muffled by huge autumns,
    by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

    Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
    sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
    climbed up through my conscious mind

    as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
    cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
    and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

    Pablo Neruda

  • self portrait back(t)ard on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

    Rated 06:17pm • 1 review • photography • flickr.com

    self portrait back(t)ard

    I'll be the round about
    The words will make you out 'n' out
    I'll spend the day your way......
    Call it morning driving thru the sound and
    In and out the valley......

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    The muses dance and sing
    They make the children really ring
    I'll spend the day your way
    Call it morning driving thru the sound and
    In and out the valley.....

    In and around the lake
    Mountains come out of the sky
    and they Stand there
    One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you
    Ten true summers we'll be there and
    Laughing too
    Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be
    There with you

    I will remember you
    Your silhouette will charge the view
    Of distance atmosphere......
    Call it morning driving thru the sound and
    Even in the valley......

    In and around the lake
    Mountains come out of the sky
    and they Stand there
    One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you
    Ten true summers we'll be there and
    Laughing too ooo oo oo
    Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be
    There with you

    Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching
    Down on the land
    Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees
    The rim of the land
    The eagle's dancing wings create as weather
    Spins out of hand

    Go closer hold the land feel partly no more
    Than grains of sand
    We stand to lose all time a thousand answers
    By in our hand
    Next to your deeper fears we stand
    Surrounded by million years

    I'll be the roundabout
    The words will make you out 'n' out
    I'll be the roundabout
    The words will make you out 'n' out........

    In and around the lake
    Mountains come out of the sky they
    Stand there
    Twenty four before my love and I'll be
    There........

    I'll be the roundabout
    The words will make you out 'n' out
    We spend the day your way
    Call it morning driving thru the sound and
    In and out the valley.... eh

    In and around the lake
    Mountains come out of the sky and they
    Stand there
    One mile over we'll be there and we'll see You
    Ten true summers we'll be there and
    Laughing too ooo
    Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be
    There with you.....

  • HARRY MANX voodoo child cognac 2003 hendrix

    Rated 01:55pm • 1 review • for kids, video, banjo • youtube.com

    HARRY MANX voodoo child (voodoo chile) cognac blues passions 2003 (n' oubliez pas de cliquer sur haute qualite) (dont forget to choose high quality)



  • glasgow, missouri on the missouri river on Flickr - Photo...

    Rated 10:54am • 1 review • painting, photography • flickr.com

    glasgow, missouri on the missouri river

    Song

    What I took in my hand
    grew in weight. You must
    understand it
    was not obscene.

    Night comes. We sleep.
    Then if you know what
    say it.
    Don't pretend.

    Guises are
    what enemies wear. You
    and I live
    in a prayer.

    Helpless. Helpless,
    should I speak.
    Would you.
    What do you think of me.

    No woman ever was,
    was wiser
    than you. None is
    more true.

    But fate, love, fate
    scares me. What
    I took in my hand
    grows in weight.

    Robert Creeley

  • http://www-tc.pbs.org/harriman/images/century/art_img1_lg...

    Rated 10:54am • 1 review • painting, ethnology, alaska • pbs.org



    Gifford's Indian Seal Hunters Hut, Yakutat Bay conveys the muting effect of cold air and low skies on the landscape. The people and the dogs near the hut are still, small figures that emphasize the quiet of the scene. Dellenbaugh's Mt. Fairweather from the Northwest is an impressionistic depiction of a seascape and mountain range, where the subdued color contrasts with the grand scale of the scene.

  • if morning ever comes on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

    Rated 10:53am • 1 review • painting, photography • flickr.com



    Monet Refuses the Operation

    Doctor, you say there are no halos
    around the streetlights in Paris
    and what I see is an aberration
    caused by old age, an affliction.
    I tell you it has taken me all my life
    to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
    to soften and blur and finally banish
    the edges you regret I don't see,
    to learn that the line I called the horizon
    does not exist and sky and water,
    so long apart, are the same state of being.
    Fifty-four years before I could see
    Rouen cathedral is built
    of parallel shafts of sun,
    and now you want to restore
    my youthful errors: fixed
    notions of top and bottom,
    the illusion of three-dimensional space,
    wisteria separate
    from the bridge it covers.
    What can I say to convince you
    the Houses of Parliament dissolve
    night after night to become
    the fluid dream of the Thames?
    I will not return to a universe
    of objects that don't know each other,
    as if islands were not the lost children
    of one great continent. The world
    is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
    becomes water, lilies on water,
    above and below water,
    becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
    and white and cerulean lamps,
    small fists passing sunlight
    so quickly to one another
    that it would take long, streaming hair
    inside my brush to catch it.
    To paint the speed of light!
    Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
    burn to mix with air
    and change our bones, skin, clothes
    to gases. Doctor,
    if only you could see
    how heaven pulls earth into its arms
    and how infinitely the heart expands
    to claim this world, blue vapor without end.

    Lisel Mueller, "Monet Refuses the Operation" from Second Language (Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 1986)

  • Andrew Smith Gallery - Jerry Uelsmann - Other Realities

    Rated 10:53am • 1 review • photography, poetry • andrewsmithgallery.com




    Dolor

    I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
    Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper-weight,
    All the misery of manila folders and mucilage,
    Desolation in immaculate public places,
    Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
    The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
    Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
    Endless duplication of lives and objects.
    And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
    Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
    Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
    Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
    Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces.

    -- Theodore Roethke

  • If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,Thered Be a Whole Lot...

    Rated 10:53am • 1 review • photography, poetry • blogspot.com



    Robert Creeley


    Poets are both clean and warm
    And most are far above the norm
    Whether here or on the roam
    Have a poet in every home!