I’m stunned. This is an absolutely brilliant poem. Paul Sunstone says it’s “possibly the very best anti-war poem I’ve ever read.” Possibly? POSSIBLY? Either he is a fool, or he’s too ignorant to be able to spell the word ‘undeniably’. Both, I suspect. The poem was written – and spoken – by Sarah at Fresh hell.
In response to CafePhilos’s call to make peace viral. A noble effort, and worth a try. Please give his post a read.
Trying to do a slam-style poem. I really hope the audio turned out OK on this. Apologies if it’s too quiet, I’m still figuring out how to make videos.
If I imagine them
Taking my brother away to war
I shatter.
I don’t want to lose anyone.
Especially not to something as stupid
As war.
Maybe you like the idea of war
Because you’ve confused real life with action movies.
Maybe you hate another group of people for what they have done.
I can’t convince you to forgive another’s atrocities
That is something you must grow into on your own.
But I can beg you this:
When dogs of war bark
Don’t feed them.
You will be told it is the honorable thing
To die for your…
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Wow! Like you, I question Paul’s judgement ….
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You and Jane are undeniably the two most insufferable women on the internet, rivaled only by the eternally annoying Teresums. Obviously, y’all make a practice and habit of preying upon the tender feeling and sensibilities of us pleasant, decent folk.
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I stand tall and proud in the band of The Sisterhood. Be warned – the numbers are growing ….
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Yep – that’s how it was for me when I read it…
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Brilliant, magnificent, poignant, powerful, etc… i don’t see the word “possibly” anywhere within a thousand miles of the “Black Stump”
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Isn’t it amazing? 🙂
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Yes, and I do follow Sarah, Fresh Hell, and I left her a comment
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WP is like a massive cocktail party; millions of people standing and chatting in their own little group, sometimes wandering off to see what others are talking about, and calling each other over – masses of tiny threads that grow…
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Yes and we seem to be at the same party, all bumping into each other.
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It sure is fun that way!
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As long as we don’t spill the cocktails, and I’ll have a Moscow Mule thanks
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Deal!
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What’s yours ?
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Wine these days, but rarely.
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You and me both, Paul. Killjoys of the world unite.
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Sorry, Ivor, I only drink on one day of the year, but I absorb alcohol from the atmosphere. You’ll find me passed out by the time you start on the second drink.
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Oh well, saves on sleeping tablets or spiking your drinks, hehe,
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Saves a lot of money, too 🙂
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Excuse me; do I know you? Aren’t you the guy who was thrown out for farting the tune to The Hokey Cokey – with messy results, as I recall.
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Coming right up. I’m guessing it has a kick to it…
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Ahem! To Whom it May Concern:
I am undeniably grief-stricken to inform you that an unimpeachable source has informed me that Jane, the owner of this blog, has gone stark, raving bonkers from squinting too hard at my posts on my own and other blogs in order to find fault with them – fault that is wholly imaginary and does not truly exist, naturally.
Consequently, please be advised NOT to trust a word she says about me. They are lies, all lies. She has called me a fool, for instance, but nothing could be further from the truth. It is absolutely not true, for example, that I lost all my money betting scientists would prove the existence of God by Tuesday, October 13, 1993 at 10:36 in the morning — the anniversary of both my first time getting laid, and of my first STD.
Nor is it true that I once inflicted severe injuries and a prolonged period of hospitalization upon myself when I mistook a cattle prod for an anal vibrator.
Furthermore there is no substance — no substance at all — to the flourishing rumors that my celibacy began not after my second divorce, as I have truthfully told everyone, but after my first marriage due to both of my wives refusing to have sex with me for reasons of personal hygiene.
Remember! Anything Jane says should be approached with the greatest skepticism. THE GREATEST SKEPTICISM!
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Oh, Paul, you say the sweetest things…
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Is it true what Jane told me, that you wash your hair in cheap cologne? Was it true when she said that your toenails have been declared a Level IV Biohazard? Is it true that when you were a baby, you were found under a toadstool?
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Jane gets those scurrilous stories from Cambridge historians — a crowd known for low standards of intellectual honesty.
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This is what I get for believing Jane’s heavily documented stories. From now on I’ll stick with hysterical hearsay and Fox News.
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Bravo! They’re the most trusted sources these days. Even they say so.
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Hey, Paul, I like Sarah. I’m going to invite her round for a sleepover, and you’re not coming, ‘cus you smell.
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Garsh. You guys…
I’m really happy to have been praised by such an amazing and fun bunch. Thank you so much!
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You more than deserve it.
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I second that.
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That was a tremendous effort.
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Super powerful, left a comment there, thanks for the share Jane!
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Thank you Kate, for reading the whole of Paul’s poem.
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oh for some reason I thought a woman had written it, but whoever … it’s powerful!
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Riali, Ivor, Jane, Kate, Sarah, why don’t we set up an “Against the Next War” blog?
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