Daily Archives: 17 April 2007

a poem

because it’s National Poetry Month and Amy is posting one every day and I wanted to do that too, not as a copycat but as a tribute, but I knew I wasn’t organized enough. Still, I can throw out a few from time to time.

This is one of my all-time favorites, one of the saddest poems I know, chosen today because of the tragedy in Virginia yesterday.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


oh please, can we get a freaking grip?

Yes I know the Nazis were evil incarnate and did all sorts of horrible things, and were monsters and blah blah blah. But now you can’t say anything even remotely positive about them without advocating everything they did? Appreciating someone’s sense of style means condoning genocide? What the fuck, people? There’s lots of real things to get outraged about, you know. You don’t have to go making stuff up. Continue reading