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Drone Strike In North Waziristan
(A painting and poem)
Alright, so it's April 15, 2017, a sunny morning, and WAR – cruel stupid evil WAR – is with us. Long ago I resolved resistance to war with every strength I can muster, resolved it solemnly half a century ago at the entry to my adulthood. So today here I am again offering you one of my best pieces of war resistance art, even though I mainly mean this blog for publishing new material. The poem is below the picture.
"Drone Strike In North Waziristan" painting by Stone Riley (C) 2012
This painting is often shown at the artist's anti-war poetry and story performances.
The Painting's Website ... ... ... A Small Poster
Drone Strike In North Waziristan – The Poem
My son and his wife just had a baby, a beautiful new astonishing human child.
Last month two women went out to a water well at night and were rendered into bloody pieces.
I cannot pretend that these two things are different sorts of things, pretend that they are not the same type and quality of fact, for they are human facts.
I cannot say, Oh one is mine and one not mine, for my one human heart strains to encompass both
and strains to examine them with the fear and hope and joy and shame and trembling pity that are all alike the province of one heart.
Alright, so it's April 15, 2017, a sunny morning, and WAR – cruel stupid evil WAR – is with us. Long ago I resolved resistance to war with every strength I can muster, resolved it solemnly half a century ago at the entry to my adulthood. So today here I am again offering you one of my best pieces of war resistance art, even though I mainly mean this blog for publishing new material. The poem is below the picture.
"Drone Strike In North Waziristan" painting by Stone Riley (C) 2012
This painting is often shown at the artist's anti-war poetry and story performances.
The Painting's Website ... ... ... A Small Poster
Drone Strike In North Waziristan – The Poem
My son and his wife just had a baby, a beautiful new astonishing human child.
Last month two women went out to a water well at night and were rendered into bloody pieces.
I cannot pretend that these two things are different sorts of things, pretend that they are not the same type and quality of fact, for they are human facts.
I cannot say, Oh one is mine and one not mine, for my one human heart strains to encompass both
and strains to examine them with the fear and hope and joy and shame and trembling pity that are all alike the province of one heart.
Stone Riley's Shoebox
A poet writing essays. Why the title? You know you keep a large size shoe box with all those creative ideas and suchlike stuff scribbled on the back of electric bill envelopes?
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