Sep 22, 2014
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(Source: allanhawkins)

All across the Rez, wild Indians
shiver-danced around woodstoves
and howled the most wondrous
songs of brilliant poverty
— Adrian C. Louis, Ceremonies of the Damned 

They slept and ate like us.
Feral they were not.
The intricacy of their handiwork
bespoke a fineness we’d be taught.

Yet we wiped them out.
It was eerily easy to do,
although they knew we were coming
and knew we knew they knew.

Not only did they not resist
our guns like bloody hacking coughs
in their libraries and hospitals,
their bedrooms and their schools—

they would not acknowledge us.
We felt like fools. There was no keening.
Even the children did not cry.
It was as if meaning

inhered so deeply in their daily
lives we could not touch it;
nor would they quit living to be
slaughtered, it was so inviolate.

The Others, Michael Ryan. 

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
Nietzsche

desaparecidos:

Two astronauts in London train for space, 1960s 

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Two astronauts in London train for space, 1960s 

Sep 19, 2014
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