2003.03.18
War
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It looks inevitable now, sad as that is. Some excellent commentary from those more eloquent than I could ever be:
- via BrainLog and The New York Times (registration req’d), “Just War — or a Just War?” (by Jimmy Carter)
- via proleptic, and again, The New York Times, “War in the Ruins of Diplomacy”
In brighter news, it looks like the ANWR drilling plan will be defeated on Friday. So, at least something good is happening in Congress.
After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth,
All death will he annul, all tears assuage? —
Or fill these void veins full again with youth,
And wash, with an immortal water, age?
When I do ask white Age, he saith not so:
“My head hangs weighed with snow.”
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
“My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.”
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth,
All death will he annul, all tears assuage? —
Or fill these void veins full again with youth,
And wash, with an immortal water, age?
When I do ask white Age, he saith not so:
“My head hangs weighed with snow.”
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
“My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.”
—Wilfred Owen, “The End”
\n- via BrainLog and The New York Times (registration req'd), \"Just War -- or a Just War?\" (by Jimmy Carter)
\n- via proleptic, and again, The New York Times, \"War in the Ruins of Diplomacy\"\n
\n\nIn brighter news, it looks like the ANWR drilling plan will be defeated on Friday. So, at least something good is happening in Congress.\n\n\nThe flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
\nAfter the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
\nAnd by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
\n
\nShall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth,
\nAll death will he annul, all tears assuage? --
\nOr fill these void veins full again with youth,
\nAnd wash, with an immortal water, age?
\n
\nWhen I do ask white Age, he saith not so:
\n\"My head hangs weighed with snow.\"
\nAnd when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
\n\"My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
\nMine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
\nNor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.\"\n