What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls restrain’d by decorum…
September 14, 2009
July 6, 2009
dr. lanny real bird – crow agency, montana
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Our language identifies who we are. For the Crow our life doesn’t revolve around ownership of things…it is the ownership of our words.
June 10, 2009
john manson – boston, massachusetts
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At the beach/ I’d be in my waders/ the waves would be crashing/ Senator Webster would be fishing/ and I would be asking him questions about politics.
May 30, 2009
May 23, 2009
john goggin
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-motor vehicle operator-
boston national historical park
Having served in Vietnam, John is continually reminded of “what it must have been like to be at the battle that June day in 1775.” To find oneself directly connected to that string that stretches throughout history, that profundo note that reverberates forever in all who have been in battle. “Youʼre standing around and then all of a sudden itʼs, ʻOK, here we goʼ”.
May 12, 2009
jason shinder
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ETERNITY – jason shinder
A poem written three thousand years ago
about a man who walks among horses
grazing on a hill under the small stars
comes to life on a page in a book
and the woman reading the poem,
in the silence between the words,
in her kitchen, filled, with a gold, metallic light,
finds the experience of living in that moment
so clearly described as to make her feel finally known
by someone — and every time the poem is read,
no matter her situation or her age,
this is more or less what happens.
May 9, 2009
May 7, 2009
freedom – nyc
©billhayward
-daughter of NYPD detective ann marie moloney-
world trade center site
new york, new york
Freedom was on the school bus on her way to school when she heard word of the World Trade Center attacks and collapse. Knowing that her mother would be among the first officers to go down to the site, her first reaction was as written. She had been told that her mother was probably dead.
May 5, 2009
What would you do?
©billhayward
given enough paint, paper and permission, there’s no telling where we might end up
