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February 26, 2009


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Your son is wise beyond his years.
He knows the things that only
the old seam to know. I am moved
greatly, if only those that need
to hear this could hear it and
open their ears and minds.
Your son is great peace writer!
Tell him that his poem made my
husband cry, I have only seen him
do this 3 times before.
(Japanese don't show this feeling)
But he said maybe he is a
Reincarnation of Mahatma Gandhi,
amazing understanding for a young man.
Thank you.


i've not seen the catacombs in paris, but i saw a similar ossuary at meteora in greece. powerful pictures for a powerful poem.


The restrained fury in this poem is really evocative and intense. It reminds me of the first part of Yeats' "Second Coming":

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

The part about nations struggling "endlessly toward inaction" pretty well captures our world in crisis.

The photos are superb!!

Laura G.

Eerily beautiful. Haunting images and words - especially love the last stanza of Benjamin's poem.



Ben J. O.

When I sit alone and write
I sometimes look out on the night
It isn’t often that I write
By day, I just can’t stand the light

I write at night and watch the moon
I wonder if I’ll see it soon.

Vegetarian Man

Scary looking....lots of skulls

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