Human Rights Law

Undressed

By blueness

The Mayor didn't speak again before they reached Orense; an idea quite strange to him had lodged in his brain. Why is it that the hate of a man--even of a man like Franco--dies with his death, and yet love, the love which he had begun to feel for Father Quixote, seemed now to live and grow in spite of the final separation and the final silence--for how long, he wondered with a kind of fear, was it possible for that love of his to continue? And to what end?
                   -Graham Greene, Monsignor Quixote

suffering

All stories resemble one another, and sorrow lies at the heart of every one.
                     -Alexandre Dumas

The history of men on this earth since the beginning of ages may be resumed in one phrase of infinite poignancy: they were born, they suffered, they died.
                      -Joseph Conrad

Suffering. Hell. No one out alive.
Glints, glimpses, of other . . . .

the fall

You have to near whip yourself, near every minute, just to be kind.

the church

"Peace upon earth!" was said. We sing it,
And pay a million priests to bring it.
After two thousand years of mass
We've got as far as poison gas.
                          -Thomas Hardy

the dream

when my cue comes
call me
and i will answer

my next is "most fair pyramus"

heigh-ho

peter quince
flute the bellows-mender
snout the tinker
starveling

god's my life
stolen hence
and left me asleep

i have had a most rare vision

i have had a dream

past the wit of man
to say what it was

man is but an ass

if he go about
to expound this dream

methought i was-

there is no man can tell what
methought i was

and me thought i had-

but man is but a patched fool
if he will offer to say what me thought i had

the eye of man hath not heard
the ear of man hath not seen
man's hand is not able to taste
his tongue to conceive
nor his heart to report
what my dream was

i will get peter quince
to write a ballad of this dream

it shall be called
bottom's dream

because it hath no bottom

and if i don't make it,
you know my baby will

i have climbed
the highest mountains
i have run
through the fields
only to be with you

only to be with you

i have run
i have crawled
i have scaled
these city walls

these city walls

only to be with you

but i still
haven't found
what I'm looking for
i still haven't found what i'm looking for

i have kissed
honeyed lips
felt the healing
in her fingertips
burned like fire
i was burning inside her

i have spoke with the tongue of angels
i have held the hand of the devil
it was warm in the night
i was cold as a stone

but i still
haven't found
what i'm looking for
i still haven't found what i'm looking for

i believe
in kingdom come
when all the colors
will bleed into one
bleed into one

but yes i'm still running

you broke the bonds
you loosed the chains
carried the cross
took my shame
took the blame

you know i believe it

but i still
haven't found
what i'm looking for

i still haven't found what i'm looking for

ouroboros

Believe me if you will.
                            -Jeannette

Things keep their secrets.
                            -Heraclitus

Full post as published by Never In Our Names on August 31, 2008 (boomark / email).