The sun goes down; the sky is orange-red.
The seagulls cry and circle to and fro.
The salty winds, which daytime clouds have fled,
Blow Spanish banners, flapping in the glow,
Where high above, those sails of golden-white
Have brought three ships unto this sandy shore.
The sun, out West, slips downward, making night,
Past forests, hills, and plains all known before.
This Continent, they’ll say, is “virgin land.”
Traditions, stories, peoples - all erased.
Their day is ending; night had not been planned.
The twilight of America is faced.
The air goes cold, and what was red turns blue.
October Twelfth in Fourteen Ninety-Two.
The sun goes down; the sky is orange-red.
If someone is both mathematically inclined and a creative writer, I have a novelty book idea: the first time through you read it as normal. But there are 256 or 512 pages (with a page zero I guess), and it’s written in such a way that at the end of the book, you go back to page 0 and then read only page 2, 4, 6, etc. Then when you finish that you read 0, 4, 8, 12, and so on until the book finishes with page 0 and page 512.
It would be hard to write it so that it would still mean something each time, but it would be really cool if it worked somehow. Or at least it could be cool. It could also get really dull. I don’t know!
An absolutely shocking campaign that is truly brilliant. These images are of actual human rights abuse victims taken by traveling journalists form a variety of countries that have been placed into Switzerland’s surroundings. The shock of seeing these individuals right in front of the public eye certainly shed new light on the issue and caused a global stir.
partially because it’s healthier. Partially because the meat industry gives me the heebie jeebies (I have a real explanation for this, but I don’t feel like explaining it right now- but I likely would make an exception for locally-produced meat on occasion, because I…
Owned! Being in New Orleans has made me consider going from ovo-lacto to pescy, but I knew if I was honest with myself that this was a non-starter. Consider the case closed.
Plus ca change.
These two were excited to have their picture taken, but didn’t seem to speak much English.
“We are from Mauritania,” they said.
“What do you miss most about Mauritania?” I asked.
“The capital city is Nouakchott,” they said.
At this point, I was thinking that the language barrier was going to keep me from getting much in terms of an interview, but I tried again.
“Tell me more about Mauritania,” I said.
The seated man held out one hand: “Half-Muslim.”
Then he held out his other hand: “Half-African.”
Then he brought both hands together: “No problem.”
If you are a member of a group that has privilege, and someone who does not have that privilege is good enough to be explaining their experience to you, just be quiet for a second and listen.
Really! Just for the duration of this conversation, you do not need to…
Just briefly had the thought that the desire to add something of your own perspective after someone has related a story or idea is as human as it gets - it’s related to the idea of “reciprocity” wherein we always try to offer information of a similar topic or value after someone has done so for us. If I tell you secret, you will probably at least try to think of secret to tell me.
In the same way if I give you flowers one day for no reason you will probably feel you owe me something.
So, not committing the naturalistic fallacy and saying that this tendency gives us privileged people the *right* to interject, just saying that there’s a very innate reason it happens!
I feel that every cumulative ally of any oppressed group is evidence of a conversation being had on that topic. As more people from the privileged group become allies, the conversation is being had more widely.
So maybe America is having its conversation on race after all, one person at a time. I hope so anyway.
why the fuck isn’t tumblr going batshit crazy about what’s happening in syria
approx. 640 people have died, mostly children, in a nerve gas attack and i don’t see shit about it
That’s because a huge number of Americans (and Westerners I suppose) are resigned that nothing can be done, or even should be done, about this.
Why? Geopolitical reasons that when boiled down are plainly complicated justifications for communal selfishness.
I can only hope that the recent awful tragedy (following an interminable stream of tragedies in Syria) may be a catalyst for a change in thinking about our responsibility to the tormented and suffering people of the world, but given its sparse coverage, I am reticent to become too hopeful.
In the meantime, what can ordinary citizens do? Donate to Doctors Without Borders, who are saving lives in war-torn and ignored Syria, and voice their concerns about the apathy of the international community. Make it clear that the people of the West, with so much ability to put a stop to such atrocity, are not willing to let it occur on their watch, if indeed the West is a democratic society and responds to the demands of its people.
This is a ridiculously powerful picture.
reblog this twice, to make sure you really see it.
This is so frustrating
Oh, the irony