22 thoughts on “#WordlessWednesday: Reject Nihilism

  1. Dear Rob,
    Can’t tell you how thrilled I am to see you back on #WW

    And you have chosen such an apt song.
    I hope the good wins over the tarnished.

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    1. Just to add to my comment. Our history as a species is one of progress followed by setbacks. We never fully fall back. The test is whether we can restructure a new global order with an armed conflict. I think we can do it but it will take all of us doing whatever we can do to facilitate change. 🙂

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  2. I was writing a comment on yesterday’s post when the cat came along and sat on the keyboard, wriggled around and your post, my comment disappeared. Maybe she managed to send it! I was saying it was such a powerful piece of writing when I read it I couldn’t think what to say.

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      1. She is a terrific cat but she hates everyone except me, which is a heavy burden to carry. I was saying in my disappeared comment how terrified I was about the dangers into which Loleeta (I may have the spelling wrong) led you and the risks you took but at the same time it led to this really strong and powerful writing.

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      2. Mary, thank you for your comment. Loleeta is the character’s name. I guess it’s a drag name? The sections in this piece are modified for a general audience. The original draft uses very graphic language. I think the power of the work is personal. We do not often hear from the people who suffer the most when a culture begins a cycle of abuse

        I miss my cat. 🙂

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  3. Reblogged this on willowdot21 and commented:

    What ever happened to:”“Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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  4. What ever happened to the last verse.

    The New Colossus

    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
    Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
    “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
    With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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