This So-Called Post-Post-Racial Life

April 27, 2009

Not One But Many

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , — pprscribe @ 11:34 am
"Branches in Bloom." PPR_Scribe

"Branches in Bloom." PPR_Scribe

When there is mud
on the ground

you will
want boots.

When the weeds
have thorns,

you will
want gloves.

There is
much

that is
known

in
advance.

All of it
useless.

What you love,
you will rise to.

What you hate,
you will sink to.

But this is the truth
of the fool, or the logician.

Something true
that has no value.

The gods are easier
to please

than the people,
but their anger

feels
the same.

Remember: We
are not one.

Remember: We
are never each other.

When you want to see,
use a prism, not a lens.

When you want to hear,
there are many voices.

A nation is never
at one with itself.

Never.

~Jason Schneiderman, “Oracular

***For more see Starting Today: Poems for the First 100 Days***

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2 Comments »

  1. Beautiful, thank you for posting this! And you always find the best black and white photos…

    Comment by Claudia — April 28, 2009 @ 8:16 pm

  2. You’re welcome, Claudia. As for the picture, I can claim responsibility for this one! It is a gorgeous tree in my back yard, right outside the bedroom window. Those flowers are the most delicate pink yet the branches are so thick and sturdy. I thought it’d make a good contrast in B&W.

    Comment by pprscribe — April 28, 2009 @ 9:00 pm


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