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Monday, March 28, 2022

Monday Music: Scotland (Emmylou Harris and The Nash Ramblers)

A bluegrass number, "Scotland,"  by Bill Monroe, performed live at the Ryman Auditorium in 1992  by  Emmylou Harris and The Nash Ramblers. 

 

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Saturday, March 26, 2022

Saturday Haiku: Outcropping









 rock-cliff outcropping
survivor of harsh winters
foothold for new grass


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Photo taken at the Birmingham Botanical Gardens
by Charles Kinnaird



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Monday, March 21, 2022

Wartime Prayers (Paul Simon)

"Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,
Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations.

But all that is changed now,
Gone like a memory from the day before the fires.
People hungry for the voice of God
Hear lunatics and liars..."




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Saturday, March 19, 2022

Saturday Haiku: Hillside Daffodils

 


hillside daffodils
the season’s first responders
others will follow



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Photo: Daffodils at the Birmingham Botanical Gardens
Credit: Charles Kinnaird



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Thursday, March 17, 2022

In Mariupol We Bury Our Dead

 



In Mariupol We Bury our Dead

Mariupol is in a "disaster phase now,"

Doctors Without Borders emergency coordinator says

                                                – (CNN News Service)

 

We bury our war dead in mass graves

trenches long and straight we dug

as though we were laying a foundation.

What edifice could stand

On such a foundation?

 

Their breath was banished,

limbs lifeless,

souls now parted

whose physical imprints

line tombs of necessity.

 

The earth will receive their bodies,

our people will hold them in memory

when the fighting ceases

and we have space to grieve.

 

3/22                                    ~ Charles Kinnaird

 






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Photo: Detail from  AP Photo by Evgeniy Maloletka: Dead bodies are placed into a mass grave on the outskirts of Mariupol, Ukraine, Wednesday, March 9, 2022, as people cannot bury their dead because of the heavy shelling by Russian forces.



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Monday, March 14, 2022

Monday Music: Evacuee (Enya)

It happens all too often. I shared this post in 2014, again in 2017, and now in 2022 as we see over 2 million refugees fleeing war-ravaged Ukraine. While leaders and politicians wage war with armies, tanks and drones, citizens who are displaced must bear the sorrow of lost homes, lost loved ones, and separated families. The song is "Evacuee," from the album Shepherd Moons. The words and music are by Eithne Ni Bhraonain, Nicky Ryan and Roma Shane Ryan. It is performed by Eithne Ni Bhraonain (Enya)

 


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Saturday, March 12, 2022

Saturday Haiku: Blackbirds

 

blackbirds descending
will claim the grounds as their own
then quickly depart



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Photo: Red-winged blackbird
Credit: Charles Kinnaird



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Monday, March 7, 2022

Monday Music: René and Georgette Magritte with Their Dog After the War (Paul Simon)

 "RenĂ© and Georgette Magritte with Their Dog After the War," by Paul Simon, was first recorded on his Hearts and Bones album. Here is a live performance from Copenhagen.

Simon is accompanied by yMusic, a chamber ensemble group from New York.

 


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Saturday, March 5, 2022

Saturday Haiku: Sunflowers

sunflowers proclaim
hope in the nurturing earth
as armies advance




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Photo by Charles Kinnaird



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Wednesday, March 2, 2022

Of Empires and Old Men

 
   Russian military vehicles arrive in Belarus, near the border with Ukraine 
Jan. 29, 2022 (Russian Defense Ministry/AP)



      A convoy of U.S. Marine Corps arrives in Northern Iraq, March 2003. 
Credit: Andrew P. Roufs, USMC 















Russian President Vladimir Putin used fabricated lies to justify to the Russian people an invasion of Ukraine. Some twenty years ago, the Bush White House also used fabrications to justify to the American people the military invasion of Iraq. In the U.S., at least half the population could see through the lies, but we could not stop the invasion. It is as if the lies are always a mere formality preceding an empire’s use of military force.

 

Come you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

 

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

 

Someone posted the preceding Bob Dylan quote from his 1963 song, “Masters of War on Facebook right after Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Shortly afterward, someone else responded, saying that in a 2001 interview, Dylan claimed, “There’s no antiwar sentiment in that song, I’m not a pacifist. I don’t think I’ve ever been one. If you look closely at the song, it’s about what Eisenhower was saying about the dangers of the military-industrial complex in this country. I believe strongly in everyone’s right to defend themselves by every means necessary*.”

This 2001 quote is emblematic of our human nature, that as young men we see and decry the follies of war, then as old men, we capitulate to the necessity of war. Unfortunately, it is always the young men who are sent out by the old men to fight their wars.

It is the way of Empire to make a mess of things with weapons of war, whether it is the U.S in Iraq, or Russia in Ukraine. Empires destroy lives and communities in order to preserve their own power.

I remember watching on the nightly news back in August of 1968 as Soviet tanks rolled into Czechoslovakia. The world watched, helpless to intervene. I was just beginning my eighth-grade year in school. Those 1968 images, in addition to a prolonged war in Vietnam, colored my dark view of the modern world for many years. 

Putin seems to have expected to see that same sort of helplessness from onlooking nations today as the Kremlin saw at the height of the Cold War. Today, the free world hurts for Ukraine and many have rallied to her cause, inspired by a people who will not roll over to a bully, and a president who stands with his people rather than fleeing in exile.  

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* I was able to find the source of the Dylan quote. It is from a 2001 Robert Hilburn interview (Los Angeles Times). It was cited by Lee Marshall in his book, Bob Dylan: The Never Ending Star, (p. 263).  The quote was also cited in The political World of Bob Dylan: Freedom and Justice, Power and Sin, by Jeff Taylor and Chad Israelson.


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Masters of War

By Bob Dylan

 

Come you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

 

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

 

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

 

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

While the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

                            

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

 

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

 

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

 

And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

 





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