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Tag: writing in the raw
Apr 03 2008
yeah
one thing. if you want to change, then you will.
no more “what we need to do.” i’m done with that… no more needing. no more shoulding. no more coulding. no more.
it’s this::: WE CAN. simple.
we can and we will make the world better. because we want to. because we can. because, for us, it’s what we choose.
Apr 02 2008
writing in the raw: DocuDharmathon
I love campaigning. Love it. Knocking on doors, meeting strangers, … getting into political debate. I know, doesn’t sound like me, but…………………
I discovered this after finally finding a Democratic party in my township (no easy feat, I can tell you). I was swept away, meeting people who cared about all the same issues and who put so much into making the township and, by extension, the country a better place. I became a county delegate the year that Jon Corazin and former Gov. Jim Florio were vying for a U.S. Senate seat.
Our country chair was an influential guy and A debate was arranged between Corazin and Florio staged a debate for our delegates, each wanting to win our endorsement and support.
And my passions (it was challenging both Jon Corazine and former Gov. Jim Florio somehow got me hooked into running for township committee in 1999. The one thing I didn’t quite feel comfortable with was asking for campaign donations.
Mar 14 2008
writing in the raw: little league opening day
I am busy finalizing things for my move tomorrow. So I thought 73rd might get a kick out of the essay I wrote at dKos last April…
The nephews are both on little league teams and their seasons opened today. This is the second time I’ve done the little league thing: about 15 years ago with stepchildren and now with my sister’s kids. and i swear to god, it was like I had stepped into a time warp, like I had left everything the way it was all those years ago.
Mar 07 2008
writing in the raw: Chewing Raw Simultaneity in Tracyville
I’m always at choice. It’s the only rule I can count on and I have come to accept with 42 years of reluctance. At this point in my life I choose to ponder Iraq daily or even hourly because the country that I have been born into has done things to Iraq that deeply conflict with the laws that my soul knows and understands. All aboard the Iraq War train. I wish I was standing on the platform though like a citizen of France maybe or a citizen of any other country that didn’t invade Iraq in my lifetime, and just taking all this in from that distance. I wish that lightening had not struck my train.
Mar 05 2008
writing in the raw: you. yeah. YOU.
Let’s get the terms straight.
THEY::: those who want to exploit the masses expressly and exclusively for their own self-interests.
YOU::: the one they have believing this is about somebody else: the foreclosures. the job loss. the fascism.
Feb 29 2008
Writing in the Raw: The “End” Will Be The Beginning
On my walk to the train early Tuesday morning, I realized that my apartment building has a new resident. Or at least the property does…
He sleeps wrapped up in a blanket in the 18 inches or so between our building’s far northwestern corner and the bush that runs along the edge of the sidewalk. At first glance, it’s easy to mistake the man for an abandoned pile of clothing. I’m sure that’s by design, and frankly I doubt even I would have noticed him at all if I hadn’t dropped my keys in my early morning stupor.
And now that I’ve gotten my personal matters straightened out again; and I will finally leave this miserable neighborhood for good in 6 weeks to single-handedly multiply the Coolness Factor of SE Hawthorne by a factor of 10…I wonder where this man will go from here? Will he stay out this way for long? Will anybody else “catch him”? Does he even care? Does he have anything to lose?
I wonder about this man’s life…but I’m never going to wake him. Does anybody ever think about him? Now, or in the recent past? Besides me, of course…
A wife? Kids? Parents, brothers, sisters…nieces, nephews?
Does he know that somebody’s writing about him right now?
Feb 22 2008
writing in the raw: strange taboos
In a Country with Strange Taboos
by dharmasyd
For rusty1776 in gratitude for his
“Writing in the Raw: Valentine Confessions”
I remember when you brought me hyacinths
We walked the path under pepper trees
Laughed our way to the beach
To play in the surf like yearling seals
And when you kissed me, your salt wet curls
Dripped ocean on my face
I was a virgin then, and you a married man
In a country with strange taboos
Camille Claudel
Feb 15 2008
writing in the raw: on the fly
CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS
We all feel it coming…
in the rustling of leaves
and heaviness of winds, bundled like punching fists…
as this heaving planet exhales
it’s in air, all around us
s.o.m.e.t.h.i.n.g….. is coming
it’s a confrontation
a conflagration
it’s a chaos we don’t understand
as the universe convulses
in another seismic shift
we crouch down, sitting on haunches
small hairs stand on end
caught in the glare of exploding sunlight
screaming to understand
what creatures will be born then
or
will it
unfold
as
a
second chance
Feb 08 2008
writing in the raw: destroying republicans. hahahahaha
buhdy wants to know… what should we do to fight evil?
harsh and simple: stop partnering with it.
Feb 01 2008
writing in the raw: self reliance. rewritten.
Empowerment.
The big, new-century term. I hate it.
Almost as much as i hate that last century throwback, political correctness.
Two ideas that both disable and imprison people. IMO.
Ideas like these are what make us like our pet dogs: in a perpetual state of puppy hood… needing to be fed, cared for, and looked after throughout our lives.
It’s time to toughen up. And it all starts with the way we think:::::: about ourselves.
Jan 25 2008
