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Bella Abzug (1920-1998)
First Jewish Congresswoman, Bella Abzug was known for her wide-brimmed hats and fiery personality, as well as her work for feminism, peace, and civil liberties.
---------------------------------------- • They used to give us a day--it was called International Women's Day. In 1975 they gave us a year, the Year of the Woman. Then from 1975 to 1985 they gave us a decade, the Decade of the Woman. I said at the time, who knows, if we behave they may let us into the whole thing. Well, we didn't behave and here we are. • The establishment is made up of little men, very frightened. • I am not being facetious when I say that the real enemies in this country are the Pentagon and its pals in big business. • I am not elevating women to sainthood, nor am I suggesting that all women share the same views, or that all women are good and all men bad. • The inside operation of Congress -- the deals, the compromises, the selling out, the co-opting, the unprincipled manipulating, the self-serving career-building -- is a story of such monumental decadence that I believe if people find out about it they will demand an end to it. • I began wearing hats as a young lawyer because it helped me to establish my professional identity. Before that, whenever I was at a meeting, someone would ask me to get coffee. |
"I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind." - Emily Bronte "A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde "Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival." - C. S. Lewis |
The happiest people are those who are too busy to notice. - Unknown
Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated. -George Bernard Shaw The hearts testimony is stronger than a thousand witnesses. -Turkish Proverb |
“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.”
― Walt Whitman |
House guarded by a shotgun.
(Guess which days) |
When the power of love is stronger
than the love of power there will be peace. -Jimi Hendrix |
Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand. -Neil Armstrong
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Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
“You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.”
― Abraham Lincoln |
"Don't change so people will like you.
Be yourself and the right people will love the real you." |
Poetry by Me...
~My Love~
My Love, You have stirred deep inside of me A place so oddly familiar... A place where the light in me shines so brightly Through your boldness at times... I can see with a clarity so clearly Your pure intentions... Like the moon sits upon the backdrop Of an Indigo sky so peacefully. I comprehend the many volumes you speak in silences And each meaning conveyed in your need to withdrawal... From your musings thoughtfully abstracted the truth is always surrendered. My love, I stand right before you Though miles from your shore. And yet my soul knows exactly where to look and how to decipher the many truths and secrets you have buried upon the shoreline deep within each grain of sand on so many of your solitary walks Along the beach... Feeling the breeze Wisping softly against your face. Know you do not walk alone For these are kisses from me. I am strong enough to look into the depths of your soul I see past just your eyes... I remember the times I spent deciphering Your blank stares. It is the truth of Our story today. I cherish the memories so foreign to you now. I long to compliment and complete you. Like the color of Manganese One must risk it's toxicity To truly be able to see and appreciate it's awe. Like the risk in loving what we can't see We still share the same moon, sun, stars... Look no further to also find me. My love, Try to remember the promise I made to you for each time we had to depart from here from one another I vowed to always return to meet you At our safe haven. But only once we learned How to recognize And where to look for and find the truth. The key lies in being ready to hear the truth. Hidden somewhere between the twilight's gleam and the early morning dawn Sparkles so many flickers of light All vying for your undivided attention. But only one tiny flicker will endure Choosing the right one Finding it... One must go through many tries first Many trials. But none were in vain. Yes, you are bright, bold, and a rarity. Do you even remember where to look for me? What to do once you find my slumbering soul? No matter if you do or not One thing is certain. No matter how far apart We are in mere miles physically. We share the same indigo sky... Under the same full moon at the end of summer Seek the beauty of it's simplicity in its complexity. I hear a symphony speak to me in your silences. Love... Feel the purity in my burning passion for you And with nothing more to test... Nothing more to question... Simply feel my beauty as you trust the feeling of the gentle breeze running through your Hair, body and being. For under this Moon and Indigo sky know that it is I that has kissed your face Like the wind, like that breeze. You can't see it...until its a tornado But you can always feel its stirrings long before it appears. |
Keeping Quiet~~ Neruda
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let's not speak in any language; let's stop for a second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness. Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would not look at his hurt hands. Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing. What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it is about... If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Now I'll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go. Katniss~~ (apparently needing to keep the f*ck quiet for a change) |
R.I.P My Sweet Lizzie
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Playing A Violin With Three Strings
Jack Riemer On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight. He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and proceeds to play. By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is ready to play. But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap - it went off like gunfire across the room. There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no mistaking what he had to do. We figured that he would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp his way off stage - to either find another violin or else find another string for this one. But he didn't. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again. The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power and such purity as they had never heard before. Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with just three strings. I know that, and you know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that. You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made before. When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done. He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone - "You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left." What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever since I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the definition of life - not just for artists but for all of us. Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a violin of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a concert, finds himself with only three strings; so he makes music with three strings, and the music he made that night with just three strings was more beautiful, more sacred, more memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he had four strings. So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in which we live is to make music, at first with all that we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make music with what we have left. |
Erma Bombeck (1927-1996)
Columnist Erma Bombeck was known for her quick wit and her wisdom about motherhood and family life.
------------- • We've got a generation now who were born with semiequality. They don't know how it was before, so they think, this isn't too bad. We're working. We have our attaché cases and our three-piece suits. I get very disgusted with the younger generation of women. We had a torch to pass, and they are just sitting there. They don't realize it can be taken away. Things are going to have to get worse before they join in fighting the battle. • I'm going to stop punishing my children by saying, "Never mind! I'll do it myself." • Making coffee has become the great compromise of the decade. It's the only thing "real" men do that doesn't seem to threaten their masculinity. To women, it's on the same domestic entry level as putting the spring back into the toilet-tissue holder or taking a chicken out of the freezer to thaw. • Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the 'Titanic' who waved off the dessert cart. • When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, "I used everything you gave me." |
He who loses honor can lose nothing else. -Latin Proverb
What you don't know would make a great book. - Sydney Smith Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits.- Thomas Edison |
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We are all manifestations of a mystic power: the power of life, which has shaped all life, and which has shaped us all in our mother's womb. And this kind of wisdom lives in us, and it represents the force of this power, this energy, pouring into the field of time and space. But it's a transcendent energy. It's an energy that comes from a realm beyond our powers of knowledge. And that energy becomes bound in each of us - in this body - to a certain commitment. Now, the mind that thinks, the eyes that see, they can become so involved in concepts and local, temporal tasks that we become bound up and don't let this energy flow through. And then we become sick. The energy is blocked, and we are thrown off center... So the psychological problem, the way to keep from becoming blocked, is to make yourself transparent to the transcendent...
And one of the problems with the popularization of religious ideas is that the god becomes a final fact and is no longer itself transparent to the transcendent. This is what Lao-Tzu means when he says, in the...Tao-te Ching, "The Tao that can be named is not the Tao." Make your god transparent to the transcendent and it doesn't matter what his name is. -Joseph Campbell Pathways to Bliss |
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