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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.
July 6, 2009
July 1, 2009
“Humanity is not something man simply has…”
Humanity is not something man simply has. He must fight for it anew in every generation, and he may lose his fight. Where…the uniqueness of his individual person? – Paul Tillich, “A Prefatory Note By Paul Tillich”, New Images of Man
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June 19, 2009
The Work of Memory – Carter Ratcliff
Unbound by tradition, uninhibited by fear, each American is free to invent “an original relation to the universe,” or so said Ralph Waldo Emerson in 1836. Since then, a uniquely American idea of self-creation has been reduced to its opposite, as we learn to define ourselves through consumerist choice in everything from art to politics.
The work of memory is to recall what has been lost.
Carter Ratcliff – art critic, author, poet
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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.
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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”.
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May 18, 2009
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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.
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