tonight’s gale contained inside my chimney’s conduit. I hate this type of exercise – this woman trapped deep inside me can sometimes shine and find her words.
my galley on fire,
my hellery –
March is a nightmare with
hell, tears & bliss,
March is a month
I learnt to
tarnished with blood,
loss of my future,
a monster in
mechanism turned into
world whirled in
a wind they
© Nat Hall 2015
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Lerwick, Shetland – 1 Jarl, 47 squads, 969 torches through the streets of the Islands’ capital…
Les moments forts, highlights in a string of images fresh from my iPod 🙂
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It is Up-Helly-Aa Day on the island and two squads of Vikings are rampaging through our world until their boats end up in flames after sunset.
Merriment follows through the night.
the Junior Jarl Squad in full swing just at the start of Period 1…
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How I love this statement 🙂
featured at the Federation of Writers (Scotland), with grateful & graceful thanks to Anne Clark & Ian Noble’s relentless efforts on giving exposure to the many creative voices all around Scotland, including those from remote rocks & skerries. Am thrilled & humble 🙂
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Jane Dougherty Writes
If, to earn paradise,
The price is murder,
I will take my handful of ashes
Into the earth’s gentle depths
And lie with the dogs.
I will curl in the warm darkness
With the ghosts of the fox and the hare,
And if you join me there,
We will make a paradise
Of our final bed.
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A fine Shetland word that epitomises winter on the 60th North Parallel,
But out of that,
in between stones, tap-dancing hail & sliding gales (hurricane 12 on Beaufort’s scale) came a new piece of poetry, fit for a child or a giant, now with a project curator at #ArtiPeeps – it is Realm 3, out of nine ones 🙂
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Sur la terre des droits de l’homme
Fanaticism, brain washing, indoctrination and ignorance should have no place. And yet… A trio attempted to silence freedom of expression.
It’s like walking backwards… They think they can stop a concept with bullets. Correction: they created a movement of solidarity by spilling blood.
I can’t believe Cabu – who cartooned my every Wednesday afternoon as a teenager – fell among eleven other souls… I can’t come to terms with such act of barbarity in the first place.
Politics can backfire in so many different ways. Terrorism has so many faces.
Yet as one cannot stop terrorism, one cannot equally silence freedom of expression (unless dictatorship overrides democracy).
May the many pencils rise against tyranny – may the world unite
Monsieur Voltaire would embrace it.
All images courtesy of Charlie Hebdo Support Community
My sympathy goes to all the victims’ families, as well as to all those victim of intolerance, terrorism, fanaticism & oppression of any kind.
My greatest fear resides in the fact some people may be misled by some politicians and vote for even more dangerous political etiquettes… A few 20th century leaders who led their countries to annihilation were elected this way. They (such politicians) feed on this.
common people are not responsible for their government’s foreign & economic policies, as governments are governed in strange ways & obey rules of unreachable mercantile nature (the masses cannot reach) once politicians are elected… (When nations are granted such right to vote).
Democracy has long lost its primeval meaning. And it hurts.