tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786204020282556162024-03-13T09:52:07.916-04:00Manic Frustration“If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.” ~Lord ByronAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07432316418679632846noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878620402028255616.post-40424787102661248022013-02-22T21:12:00.001-05:002013-02-22T21:12:51.344-05:00A Quick UpdateThose of you who know me or who have followed this blog know that I'm a bit of an obsessive music hoarder. I've been collecting tunes for years, hosted my own radio show in college, and venture out to see as many performances as possible. It's been a while since I've contributed to the musical scene myself, but now things have changed.<br />
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Recently, I've begun writing (and editing) for an up-and-coming music site called <a href="http://axisofmetal.com/" target="_blank">Axis of Metal</a>. Rather self explanatory, it's a site devoted to all genres of metal. I've listened to its various forms for years, now, and it's refreshing to be able to extend my writing into various other areas that I enjoy just as much as poetry and prose.<br />
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As far as everything else goes, I've been in a bit of a rut lately. The writing has been coming slow, but it's still there. I keep speaking about my manuscript. It's going to get finished. Even if I have to chain myself to this desk and slam my head across the keys of my typer...it will happen.<br />
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This year's first Prose in Pubs is taking place this coming Sunday, the 24th. Featuring Write Bloody poet Jon Sands and extraordinary, local poet friend of mine, Eric Wilson, this is going to be an incredible PiP. If you're in the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre area, or anywhere close, this Sunday, stop by Jack's Draft House on the corner of Gibson and Prescott in Scranton at 4 p.m. Grab a bear and take a listen.<br />
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Next weekend I'm off to see Buddy Wakefield perform. There are no words right now. I'm far too excited to think of them. As if that were not enough, Andrea Gibson will also be coming to Scranton in May to perform. This year is already chalk full of amazing.<br />
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Snow fell across Philadelphia in a silent hush. I was standing in the vestibule of the First Unitarian Church, avoiding the cold as best as I could, watching vehicles creep along Chestnut street. It was, relatively, quiet. It was the perfect setting for what I was about to witness. </div>
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I had arrived in Philly around 10 A.M. after grabbing a few hours of sleep and catching the 7 o'clock bus south. Most of my day had been spent wandering the streets and browsing various shops and used bookstores. This was all secondary. What drew me to Philly was the chance to see <a href="http://www.chelseawolfe.net/" target="_blank">Chelsea Wolfe</a> perform. </div>
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When I had learned of her tour and the stop in Philly, I was already too late to purchase tickets for the first show. I was, to say the least, disappointed. Chelsea Wolfe's albums have been spinning constantly this past year and filling the confines of my apartment with her hauntingly angelic vocals and the dark, but beautiful, shadows of her sounds. </div>
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After a few tracks of Hawkwind over the PA system, the lights dimmed, leaving only a crimson stage light glowing across the altar and flag. The opening act, King Dude (don't let the name throw you), took their place in front of the congregation. Dressed in button-down black shirts and black slacks, slicked-back hair, and holding a glass of whiskey each, the two piece toasted the audience and began their set. </div>
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I had never heard <a href="http://kingdude.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">King Dude</a> prior to this evening, but I was assured by friends that I would enjoy them. Their sound falls somewhere between Johnny Cash and Death in June with a healthy dose of pagan rituals and Satanic incantations. Somewhat of a contrast to the hosting venue, to say the least. At times, the Lucifer references seemed a bit hokey (see their "Lucifer's the Light of the World" track), but, overall, I enjoyed their set and will definitely look into them further.</div>
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Can <i>we</i> talk about this?</div>
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Can <i>we</i> stop SCREAMING?</div>
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During my university days, I sat as the news editor of <i>The Keystone, </i>Kutztown University's campus paper, for a semester. Multiple challenges arose. Long hours of layout and editing of articles that seemed to be written by 8th graders took their toll. But those issues were minuscule.<br />
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The first few issues of <i>The Keystone</i> to come out that semester included articles on the death of multiple students. I was reminded of one of the articles in particular following the <i>New York Post's</i> article and front-page photo on the subway death of Queens resident Ki-Suck Han. A student had been walking along Norfolk-Southern railroad tracks, presumably, intoxicated. We ran the article accompanied by a photo of a Norfolk-Southern train running down the tracks. It was our front-page story.</div>
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When I saw the <i>New York Post's</i> front page photo accompanied by the headline "DOOMED" and the blurb pictured above, I was unsure of how I felt. Certainly, this was a tragedy but what questions does it raise journalistically? Morally? The internet has exploded with commentary aimed at both the <i>New York Post </i>for printing it and the photographer, R. Umar Abbasi, for snapping photos instead of helping Han escape his terrible fate. There are bigger issues to think about than the actions of both, though.</div>
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Is the <i>New York Post's </i>cover page in bad taste? That goes without saying. But how many people really expect journalistic integrity and high moral values from the <i>New York Post</i>? The <i>Post</i> is known for its bombastic headlines and tabloid stories. It's a sensationalist paper that caters to the human obsessions of violence and tragedy. Murdoch and Co. knew exactly what they were doing when they printed the photo and headline. And everyone, including myself by writing this article, fell into it.</div>
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Instead of examining the <i>Post </i>and shaming them for doing what the <i>Post</i> does best without shame, we should turn the tables and examine ourselves. Why is it that this photo of a helpless, NYC resident, seconds away from his death, evoke so much anger and emotion while the stories and photos of the dead in warring nations go almost unnoticed by the public at large almost every day? </div>
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Yesterday, amid all the fervor of the subway article and blaming Abbasi for not "doing enough", "<a href="http://rt.com/news/syria-students-killed-rebels-255/" target="_blank">Syrian rebels kill 9 students in attack on school near Damascus</a>" was one of the many headlines hitting news. "<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/06/world/asia/typhoon-said-to-have-killed-hundreds-in-philippines.html?_r=0" target="_blank">Typhoon Kills Hundreds in Philippines</a>" ran today at <i>The New York Times</i>. </div>
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Over the past few years, we've seen video of Saddam Hussein put to death by hanging, Muammar Gaddafi executed and his corpse paraded through the streets, countless stories of innocent people killed among war-time gunfire by all sides, tsunamis devastating sea-side civilizations. The list goes on. Plenty of graphic media portrayed through countless outlets. It all goes largely unquestioned. And how many ask, <i>"What can be done to stop it? How could we or how can we help?"</i></div>
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Fingers are currently being pointed at Abbasi for doing nothing but documenting the tragedy that unfolded before him. <i>He could have / should have done more! </i>Abbasi has become an easy target. Could he have done more? Maybe. How have the rest of those present on the platform avoided scorn, though? Was Abbasi the only one who could have helped? Certainly not. Anyone on that platform <i>could</i> have done more than they did, but didn't. In reality, whether or not you believe Abbasi's claim that he was using his flash to attract the attention of the conductor or not, he seems to be the only one who did anything.</div>
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Recently, my new poem, entitled "Passerine", was accepted for publication in the October 2012 issue of <i>Full of Crow Poetry.</i> <i>Full of Crow Poetry</i> is edited by Lynn Alexander who I had the pleasure of receiving a personal correspondence from after submitting. Lynn collects and eclectic mix of poetry from all over the world for <i>Full of Crow Poetry</i> and you can check out the rest of the submissions, as well as mine, at this link: <a href="http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/2012/10/poetry-october-2012/" target="_blank"><i>Full of Crow Poetry </i>October 2012</a><br />
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The Vintage Theater in down town Scranton was packed. It was a a sight to behold on a Saturday night to see so many people out supporting poetry when they could have been at any number of Halloween parties and gatherings. </div>
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Now I find myself a bit nervous. Nervous to step into a room with some of these students and lead a workshop. Nervous to partake in the next slam where the students will take on the adults. Somehow, I've been roped in to competing against them. I've got to sharpen that dagger pencil and scrawl something impressive because these students aren't going to go down easy. They've got fight. They've got heart. And none of them are afraid to use it. To bare it all. I commend them. </div>
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<i>“I just struggled with it myself for a long time, but I came to realize: Life is that gift from God that I think even if life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen." </i><br />
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After reading this quote from Republican Treasurer of Indiana, Richard Mourdock, and watching the accompanying video of these exact words leaving Mourdock's mouth, I still couldn't believe it. Multiple times I checked the site address to confirm I hadn't stumbled on to <i>The Onion. </i><br />
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But it shouldn't surprise me. After Todd Akin's (R-Missouri) "legitimate rape" comment where he endowed the human vagina with, apparently, magical powers to differentiate between rape sperm and consensual sperm, I should expect anything from the mouths of politicians.<br />
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What really got to me this morning was reading Texas Senator John Cornyn's <a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1012/82806.html" target="_blank">support of Mourdock and his biblical</a> pandering. Coryn is the chairman of the Senate Republicans.<br />
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This is the problem with inserting personal, religious beliefs into politics. Mourdock says God does not ordain rape, but he ordains the pregnancy that may occur from it? Where does he pull this twisted logic from? It's certainly from somewhere much lower than his mind and lower yet than his heart.<br />
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Let's assume Mourdock didn't mean to insinuate that God pre-ordains rape. We're still left with the blatant disregard for women's rights and the interjection of religious beliefs into Mourdock's political intentions. Mourdock has every right to believe whatever spiritual or religious beliefs he wants, but he has no right to impose those beliefs on a country where not every individual, let alone every woman, share them.<br />
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And politicians like Cornyn support this kind of backward thinking? Since when? Coryn and the rest of the Republican party threw Akin under the bus for his "legitimate rape" comment earlier in the year but, now, the Senate Republicans are reconsidering their position on even this. Why?<br />
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Akin and Mourdock are both candidates in some of the closest election races this year (Akin for the House and Mourdock for the Senate). During one of the most polarized elections the country has ever witnessed, support for these two is bolstered by their party regardless of how absolutely asinine their positions may be. Why are the Republicans backing Mourdock and now rethinking their position on Akin? Because they can't afford to lose. They don't want to lose. And they'll sacrifice anything to gain the seats.<br />
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Absurd and sick, Mr. Mourdock? What is absurd and sick are your antique and ridiculous comments. Don't try to spin and pin the shame on Democrats or anyone else for your actions. What you said was loud and clear. Own it. Or, next time, just keep your mouth shut.<br />
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I had some great teachers at Tunkhannock high school. I can still remember some lessons they taught like they were yesterday. That was (almost) ten years ago. Time has passed. But one thing hasn't changed. There are still incredible teachers back in my hometown doing things I never thought would be done in Tunkhannock.</div>
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Katie has recently launched a campaign to bring <a href="http://laurenzuniga.com/" target="_blank">Lauren Zuniga</a>, a nationally touring poet and activist, to Tunkhannock area high school for a day of workshops followed by a poetry slam featuring the students. </div>
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It's been ten years since I've walked the halls of Tunkhannock high and in those ten years the town and surrounding area has gone through major changes. Some good, some bad. But here is a change that I can only describe as incredibly inspiring. I only wish I could be back in school to experience it. Luckily I've been invited to participate.</div>
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Scranton was in for a storm. An intense one, by all reports. The skies darkened their ugly, menacing grays and blacks. The rain fell at angles in sheets while trees bent against the wind, their leaves flipping up and down flashing shades of dark then light green.<br />
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Then, as soon as it began, it was over. There were no tornadoes. No fallen trees. The power hadn't even gone out. Just flickered a few times like a hiccup. The ravaging storm that the weathermen had predicted turned into a temper tantrum. It came close, but fell just a bit short.<br />
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Out I ventured. After learning of the planned open mic cancellation, I made my way to the Radisson hotel where author Stephanie Powell Watts was to read for a Pages and Places event. One Jack-and-Coke, a comfortable chair, and a few moments later, Watts took her place at the podium.<br />
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Watts read the first in her debut collection of short stories <i>We Are Taking Only What We Need </i>titled<i> </i>"Family Museum of the Ancient Postcards". Despite the chilly room and the minor microphone problems, Watts managed to engage the crowd with a great reading. Afterwards, she spoke a bit about her writing process and the completion of the collection.<br />
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Watts takes time to develop her stories and the characters within. She commented, during her reading, that "Family Museum of the Ancient Postcards", a 23-page story, took almost three years to finalize. Her process of writing is slow, by her accounts, and it's reflected within these stories in a good way. There's thought here. There's a carefully crafted image.
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Southern writer. It's a title, as Watts explains, she tries not to think about while writing. It is a title for publishers, librarians, and people like me to use when describing her work. Southern writer is a title that fits, but only superficially. Her writing goes beyond the borders of the Mason-Dixon line.<br />
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This debut collection was a PEN Hemingway Award finalist and contains the short "Unassigned Territory" which won the Pushcart Prize. Many of the stories have been featured in well-known short story anthologies. And it's no wonder why.<br />
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The stories contained within <i>We Are Taking Only What We Need</i> focus on a rural setting that is most certainly intimately familiar to Watts. Criss-crossing, dusty back roads dotted by houses every few miles. The hardened lives and the people who live them. These stories focus on the lost and found. Not material, but mental and emotional.<br />
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Like the storm that threatened Scranton, though, there are a few things that make <i>We Are Taking Only What We Need </i>fall just short of what it could have been. However, I don't believe it's much of Watts's fault as it is poor editing.<br />
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Throughout the book there are errors. Glaringly obvious errors that should have never made it past an editor. Anyone who reads knows that an awkward phrase, misspelled word, or errant punctuation can completely pull you from a story. I know it does for me. It's a shame that, because of a lackluster editor, an author's work should suffer, but it does.<br />
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I also feel that a truly good editor, or publisher, would have ordered the stories differently. This, I noticed, with the first two shorts. Both began with a character just being released from jail. It's not a bad thing to start multiple stories in a similar fashion or with similar events, but to place them one after the other in such a small collection of shorts becomes detrimental, in my opinion. It can make the writing seem redundant even when it's not the case.<br />
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Maybe it's just me, but I seem to be finding slack editing in contemporary publications more and more. Maybe it's a sign of the times. Whatever it is, I hope it stops. I hope editors begin taking their jobs seriously and realizing just how important they are when it comes to a final product.<br />
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Despite the editing problems, <i>We Are Taking Only What We Need </i>is an incredible read. Watts writes with beautiful description. I can see the snaking dirt roads and taste the dust. I can feel these characters' emotions. The tension and moments of clarity. Watts has a tendency, in these stories, to bring you from a wide, breathtaking view of your surroundings and focus you in tighter and tighter until the very end where she opens the chest of her characters and lets their entire being pour out.<br />
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Pick it up and read it. My hopes, for this particular collection, are for better editing in a second printing. Fix the errors. Order the stories a bit better. But, until then, you'll have to read this version. And it's worth it.<br />
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There's a space between the words. A brief moment where you breathe. And for a split second, everything is still. Everything is clear. I spend every day trying to capture that moment. To live in it. I haven't been successful just yet.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like my words are as light as bird bones. Like they'll slip from between my lips and float off into the sky without ever landing on the ears I wish they would. There have been too many times the words I speak aren't the words you hear.<br />
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Other times everything that spills from my mouth is lead-heavy and falls to the pavement below. Just stays there. This might be because I can't look people in the eyes. And that might be because I look away every time things fall apart around me.<br />
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Everything has been in some state of disarray for so long, I'm not sure what the words <i>whole</i> and <i>complete</i> really mean. I keep thinking I find the definitions written in dust, but the winds always blow the wrong way. I swear I hear them laugh every time.<br />
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All this will sound like the ravings of a lunatic to most. Some will get it. Some will know how it feels to be driving down the highway at 65mph wishing you weren't the only one in the car singing like a madman to your favorite tunes. Some will know the feeling of an empty bar-stool next to you. How the curves of a bottle are the most familiar.<br />
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A friend asked me a few days ago, "Where do you want to be?" I didn't know how to answer. There are places I want to be that I don't think I'll ever see. There are places I want to be that I only get a taste of.<br />
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The space between words. That moment where I breathe and everything becomes still. Peaceful. The portion of the <i>Lacrimosa dies illa </i>in Mozart's requiem where that one angelic voice rises above the rest of the chorus as Mozart's last breath rolls forward from the composition. The space between light and dark of Caravaggio's work. That's where I want to be.<br />
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"The most saddening finding by the Special Investigative Counsel is the total and consistent disregard by the most senior leaders at Penn State for the safety and welfare of Sandusky's child victims...Four of the most powerful people at The Pennsylvania State University -- President Graham B. Spanier, Senior Vice President-Finance and Business Gary C. Schultz, Athletic Director Timothy M. Curley and Head Football Coach Joseph V. Paterno -- <strong>failed to protect against a child sexual predator harming children for over a decade.</strong>" (Freeh 14)<br />
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These are some of the opening lines of the 267-page Freeh report that outlines the history and magnitude of the child abuse perpetrated by Jerry Sandusky at Penn State. Abuse that was, as the report outlines in incredible detail, enabled by the inaction of university leaders in an effort to keep the face of Penn State clean.<br />
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I read the report. Every detail. With every page, my stomach tied into knots. (<a href="http://thefreehreportonpsu.com/" target="_blank">download it here</a>)<br />
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There's no justification for it. Any of it. Paterno, Spanier, Schultz, and Curly are, in my opinion, just as responsible for the ruined lives of the victims as Sandusky. While none of these men perpetrated the physical crimes, they did nothing to stop them either. They chose, instead, to bury the actions of Sandusky to avoid tarnishing the reputation of Penn State and the PSU football program. And they denied it. No longer. The Freeh report has exposed their true colors.<br />
Yet some people continue to support Joe Paterno and his football empire. Why? Why should any of these other men avoid blame for what they've done? True, Paterno has since passed away, but that doesn't negate his utter incompetence concerning the abuse and how Sandusky was, or wasn't, dealt with.<br />
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It is this blind praise that borders on worship which allowed these abuses to happen in the first place. Paterno was not, and never will be, an untouchable god. He was a football coach and he is responsible, along with Spanier, Schultz, and Curly, for allowing a sexual predator to continue abusing children on campus grounds for over a decade, as the report outlines. <br />
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How can anyone review the evidence, see the lives ruined and devastated by these crimes, and then say, "Well, yeah. But he did a lot of good for the university," or, "But he was one of the greatest coaches that ever lived." <br />
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It doesn't matter. His good deeds do not change the fact that children's lives were ruined. That he, along with other high members of the PSU regime, turned a blind eye to a child molester to avoid bad publicity. The rights and well being of children took a back seat to everything else.<br />
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Is this what we've come to? Elevating sports above morality and child safety? Why do we grant individuals, like Paterno or Sandusky, an "untouchable" status?<br />
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Let's look at it this way.<br />
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Mr. X is a man of somewhat high standing in a community. He's not the most well known or important figure in the community, but people know him. He does, however, work alongside the community's most respected and adored figure, Mr. Y. <br />
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Years ago, Mr. Y had planned and set up funds to create a recreational park for the community. Mr. X, to gain notoriety and good standing with the community, has decided he wants to fund a playground for children in a section of the park. He does this under the good graces and support of Mr. Y. <br />
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Now, being the man of importance he is, Mr. Y has an assistant. One night, while walking through the park and checking on the general goings-on, Mr. Y's assistant observes Mr. X molesting a child in the new playground. No one else is around. The assistant is the only one to see this. <br />
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Immediately, the assistant goes to Mr. Y to report what he's seen. Although Mr. Y shows concern, he is worried about the possibility that any media coverage of the incident may not only make his park look unsafe, but it may make him look bad as well. Instead of alerting the proper authorities, Mr. Y decides to have a talk with Mr. X about the situation. <br />
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After the talk with Mr. X, Mr. Y puts the incident behind him and assures his assistant that everything has been taken care of. But it hasn't. Mr. X continues to molest children at the park. He continues for years. Mr. Y hears rumors. He knows it's happened before, but he does little to nothing to stop it or alert the proper authorities.<br />
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Now, ask yourself this. Is Mr. Y guilty of any wrong-doing, or does his standing in the community and what he's done for it purge him of any fault? Although he didn't commit the actual crime, doesn't he have a moral obligation to do anything possible within the law to prevent it? Should his concerns be about the children or his public image?<br />
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Spanier, Schultz, and Curly deserve nothing from PSU. They, along with coach Paterno, let their community, the institution, the students, and, most importantly, the victims of Sandusky's crimes down. They allowed a sexual predator to roam free amongst them. They deserve no pity. They deserve no leniency. They are, for all intensive purposes, as responsible for these crimes as Sandusky.<br />
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As Sandusky sits in a cell awaiting the inevitable 300+ year sentence, he's thinking. He's retracing every event and every memory. At one time during a meeting with one of the victim's mother, Sandusky commented that he, "wished he were dead." I can only imagine that wish burning a hole right through him at this moment.<br />
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But while Sandusky is sitting in a cell pondering the expansive amount of time he'll be locked away and the almost certain notion that he'll die enclosed withing cinder block walls, we should all be thinking, too. We should be examining this incident and those like it perpetrated through the Church and other organizations. <br />
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Children's rights and safety should never be pushed to the wayside. And we as a society have a moral obligation to obliterate any possibilities of that happening. We must not grant any individual leniency because of their position or standing in a community. <br />
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I've never got into "creating" found poetry. To me, found poetry just seems to be the art of extreme editing rather than writing. Chopping away every ounce of fat from the words of previous writers to boil down the story into a pure, concise form. For this, though, it seems useful. One thing I've always had trouble with, and I'm sure most writers do, is knowing when to cut the fat from your work. Our words are our children and butchering them is never easy. <br />
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Below are a few "found" poems from the day's boredom.<br />
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<tr><td width="180"><strong><em><u>Wolf and Lamb</u></em></strong><br />
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Wolf lapping <br />
running brook,<br />
stray Lamb <br />
paddling<br />
distance <br />
down<br />
<br />
seize her,<br />
he bethought<br />
how he <br />
might justify <br />
violence<br />
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“Villian,”<br />
said he.<br />
“you muddle<br />
water”<br />
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Lamb,<br />
humbly, <br />
“<em>water runs</em><br />
<em>from you</em><br />
<em>to me</em>”<br />
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“you called me<br />
ill names”<br />
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trembling,<br />
“<em>a year ago,</em><br />
<em>I was not</em><br />
<em>born</em>”<br />
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“that is all<br />
the same;<br />
it's no use<br />
to argue”<br />
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he fell upon<br />
helpless Lamb<br />
tore her<br />
to pieces<br />
<br /></td><td width="200"><strong><em><u>Two Packs</u></em></strong><br />
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every man<br />
carries <br />
two packs<br />
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one in front,<br />
one behind<br />
full of faults<br />
<br />
front holds<br />
people's faults<br />
<br />
behind,<br />
his own <br />
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men do not see<br />
their own<br />
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but very clearly<br />
the faults<br />
of others </td><td><strong><em><u>Lion in Love</u></em></strong><br />
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Lion in love<br />
with Woodman's<br />
daughter, <br />
wanted to marry<br />
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begged him <br />
to give <br />
the maid <br />
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Woodman could<br />
not think<br />
of such a thing <br />
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Lion roar furiously,<br />
and father, in great fright,<br />
bethought a way<br />
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<em>I cannot give </em><br />
<em>my daughter </em><br />
<em>unless you first </em><br />
<em>have your teeth </em><br />
<em>& nails drawn</em><br />
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desperately <br />
in love,<br />
he consented<br />
<br />
when it was <br />
all over, asked again <br />
for the girl <br />
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Woodman, no<br />
longer any fear, <br />
drove him off <br />
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Each of these were extracted from stories in an 1881 printing of <em>The Children's Book: A Collection of the Best and Most Famous Stories and Poems. </em>I found it <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=3AbRAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=CHILDREN'S&source=bl&ots=bFIItt6D1A&sig=S87_Sj8vuF7LJSDgjmhDEdzLWPs&hl=en&sa=X&ei=uI39T-TCE4im6AGm8_nxBg&ved=0CDoQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=CHILDREN'S&f=false" target="_blank">here on Google books</a>. I'm not sure how often I'd venture into the "found" poetry practice, but it helped to pass some time and make me consider editing and word choice. <br />
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I'd suggest trying it if you're a writer. You may find it helpful or, at the very least, entertaining. Share some found poetry in the comments section if you'd like. See what you can come up with.<br />
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I'm going to start offering a different print every so often. These prints will be limited in numbers and once they have sold out, they will not be offered again. Ever. The only way you'd get to see one if you don't buy one is to come view my copy hanging on the wall. Prints will be signed, numbered, and shipped by me personally. They will come printed on quality photo paper and shipped with care.<br />
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The first print I'm going to offer is one that many people have loved when they see it called "Alley at Night". This photo was taken during a quick trip to Tunkhannock, PA for the purpose of catching a sunset over the Susquehanna river valley. When that didn't work out, I began wandering around town.<br />
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I came to one of the more interesting buildings in town, the Dietrich Theater. I began snapping shots of the theater as the sun set and the neon began glowing. As I began to walk away, I noticed the alley right next to the Dietrich. At any other time during the day, the alley would be a boring, normal alley. But, in the new darkness of the evening, the exit lamp above the door at the end of the alley breathed life into the bricks. The color was perfect and the shot was too good to pass up.<br />
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Busy days. Incredible nights. Weekends are always full of something. This weekend, Prose in Pubs swings back around to Jack's Draft House in Scranton on Sunday. Open mic. The first time it has gone non-invitation. It should be an interesting lineup. I'll be reading some new work. Stop on by.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arINRuBFeRg/T-X363xGFsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OA_7Tg52Dp8/s1600/Scranton-20120623-00624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arINRuBFeRg/T-X363xGFsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OA_7Tg52Dp8/s320/Scranton-20120623-00624.jpg" width="240" /></a>The manuscript is coming along slowly but surely. It will be some time before I have a rough draft completed and probably some time after that until it is finalized and ready to send out. Then I'll find out that it is not yet finalized. Edit, submit, edit, submit. These are the hurdles of writing.<br />
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I've picked up my guitar again. Bought a glass slide to try and mimic Bukka White. It's coming along even slower than the manuscript, but it's a release of energy and creativity. It's needed when I cannot form the words. What better way to clear the mind by making music. Or noise. Sometimes I just like to strum and croon along with the old blues masters.<br />
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I've been tumbling some ideas for blog entries around my mind, so bare with me. Be patient. Not that you've been sitting on the edge of your seat waiting in anticipation for me. Maybe you have. I'd like to think you have.<br />
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When you boil it down, DOMA is nothing more than an unconstitutional law conjured into existence to pacify the Right and, more specifically, the religious Right. DOMA is, for all intensive purposes, no different and no less discriminatory than Jim Crow laws [sic] of yesteryear. </div>
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The unconstitutionality of DOMA has finally been recognized by a three judge panel of the United States Court of Appeals for the First Circuit. Whether the decision was made easier by the president's public support of gay rights and his refusal to enforce DOMA or not, this is a step in the right direction.</div>
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The court's ruling will undoubtedly head to the Supreme Court. My question is, simply, why? Why are gay rights even a question in this country? We've been through this argument of discrimination and equal rights far too many times. To deny any American their rights is a step in the wrong direction. This is why the 14th amendment was drafted and passed. In case you're a bit rusty on your Constitutional knowledge, Section 1 of the 14th amendment states:</div>
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<i>...No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.</i></blockquote>
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Rest assured there will be those who point fingers and scream about the president and any politician who support gay rights and marriage trampling on the Constitution without actually acknowledging what is written within the document. (Hint: The constitution does not define "marriage" as between a man and a woman.)<br />
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Most of those fingers will be pointed from behind the pulpit and screamed between recitations of Leviticus 20:13 and various other Bible verses. This is not an attack on the religious but, I challenge you to prove me wrong, what other reasons are there to deny gay rights and marriage besides those of the religious Right? There are no reasons based in law or constitutionality that should prohibit this country from providing equal rights to the GLTB community.<br />
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Every argument spewed forth by supporters of DOMA and "traditional" marriage has been nothing but bunk and hysteria. From Bristol Palin's ironic assertion that "we know that in general kids do better growing up in a mother/father home. Ideally, fathers help shape their kids’ worldview," (<a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/bristolpalin/2012/05/hail-to-the-chiefs-malia-and-sasha-obama/">source</a>) to the incredibly moronic and baseless argument that interspecies marriages would result from granting gays the right to marry.<br />
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There is no logical reason to continue to deny a portion of our citizens their rights. The suppression of gay rights and marriage is nothing more than blatant, unconstitutional discrimination perpetuated by the religious lobby, alarmists, and extremists.<br />
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It's time the "pick and choose" view of right and wrong be exposed for what it really is. If the Right wants to point toward the constitution to uphold their rights to bear arms, then they must also point to the 14th amendment to guarantee the rights of all citizens. And, if the religious portion of this nation wants to point toward Leviticus to deny gay citizens their rights, then they must also point to Mark 10:9, Matthew 19:9, and any other verses pertaining to divorce and the "sanctity" of marriage.<br />
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If we are to truly honor the Constitution and what the founders of this nation set forth to grant its peoples, we mustn't deny any rights to any citizen. We cannot allow our laws to be filtered through a biblical sieve. We must remember the Declaration of Independence and its resounding call for the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That statement has, and will continue to be, the basis of this country's true greatness. However some may try to mar and tarnish it, we must continue to uphold that one perfect and pure idea.<br />
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We are all human. And as such, we are all entitled to happiness, love, and life. To deny anyone these rights is, truly, un-American. Who's really trampling the Constitution, then?<br />
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I'll leave you with an incredible performance from Andrea Gibson, poet and activist:<br />
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<u>The Distance of Limbs</u><br />
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<em>Couples must meet in public </em></div>
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<em>and sit a distance from one another. </em></div>
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This is what I'm told. That, in Chechnya,</div>
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Some may believe distance is frigid.</div>
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A frozen tundra of want between lips.<br />
Icy sea distancing hands.</div>
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But cold is never near when</div>
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flames flicker and dance.</div>
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When roots of hearts spread.<br />
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<em>Chechen girls who engage in </em></div>
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<em>"</em>illicit relations<em>"</em></div>
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<em>are considered to have loose morals.</em></div>
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<em>This often will lead to an honor killing, </em></div>
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We fire words like bullets at <i>loose </i>morals<i>.</i><br />
The only injuries we incur are<br />
broken hearts or wounded pride.<br />
How many are afraid to risk even those.<br />
In Chechnya, a woman's lips <br />
mark her for death.<br />
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Yet, in the crackling heat of distance,<br />
all thoughts of consequences burn away.<br />
Reaching branches grow<br />
across the void, defiant of an end.<br />
The heart takes root;<br />
blossoms.<br />
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Lovers become <br />
braver<br />
than soldiers.<br />
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<em><strong>~Dale Wilsey Jr.</strong></em> </div>
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There's a blog I follow from Boston.com called <em><a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2012/04/young_women_in_chechnya.html">The Big Picture</a>. </em>It features hi-res photos from around the world on varying subjects and events in human life. Their most recent photo essay "chronicles the lives of young Muslim girls who witnessed the horrors of two wars and are now coming of age in a republic that is rapidly redefining itself as a Muslim state...The attitude towards women becomes more conservative and tradition-based. Females are considered submissive and are expected to act demurely in the presence of men."</div>
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The photos, taken by photojournalist Diana Markosian, portray the subject in such a strikingly beautiful way, it's impossible not to be moved. Many of them have inspired me to scrawl down my reaction in any words I could muster. Some are difficult to find any words for, such as the photo of Chechen poet Ruslan Akhtkhanov's family mourning his death. Akhtkhanov was shot down in Moscow for his anti-seperatist views.</div>
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It's easy to ignore problems facing the rest of the world. And maybe some of us would rather not know that in some countries women are kidnapped and forced into marriage. Or that some are murdered by their own family for the crime of love to protect "honor". Ignorance can truly be bliss, but it's still ignorance.</div>
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The next time you clasp hands, kiss, or even hug the one you love, remember that, in places like Chechnya, simple gestures of love, or even to support the freedom to love and equality, could mark you for death.</div>
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This morning, I woke up and sat down in front of the typer for the first time in what seems like years. The early hours, following what little sleep I seem to find these days, have become a window of inspiration. Words drip onto the page mimicking the coffee pot steaming in the kitchen. Eventually, the page and my cup are full. <br />
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I spend a brief time on our second-floor balcony most mornings. Every time I open the door to step out, I'm reminded of the need of a good chair to lounge in and soak up the morning sun while I let my thoughts pour out. <br />
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The itch. The <em>need </em>to write has embedded itself within me again. It's not that I was worried about losing it. It seems as though any writer finds themselves less than inspired from time to time. Or maybe we let our thoughts brew like moonshine through a still until they're pure. Whatever the case, the cask is full again.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUCsuCtUS1I/T5nU6oG2wDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/SmMv7yZUiCA/s1600/IMG-20120425-00338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUCsuCtUS1I/T5nU6oG2wDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/SmMv7yZUiCA/s400/IMG-20120425-00338.jpg" width="400" /></a>Soon, I'll spend time wandering through the park in the fading light of dusk. These late-night work hours are coming to an end. I've got more important things to have running through my mind than the constant rattles and blasts of air tools and belching engine brakes.<br />
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One thought in particular has been filling me with warmth and peace. Every morning on the balcony, I can still picture her standing beneath the light leaning against the door. Smoke curling from between her lips. The soft look in her eyes and the elegant curve of her smile. <br />
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It's a photograph etched in my memory. One that I'm hoping is a glimpse of what lies ahead.<br />
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Tonight, I'll turn the key to my tiny pickup and drive forty-five minutes down the line. Step through the door of my apartment, wash the work day away, and find a few moments of relaxation before falling into a dream world. <br />
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In the morning, I'll write again.<br />
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Whether it's always been like this, and only recently have we begun to thrust these morons into the spotlight and give them undeserved recognition, or if we are, as a nation, falling backwards in mental evolution is a question for another time.<br />
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What has sparked this sudden burst of misanthropic ranting is a letter to the editor of <em><a href="http://www.timesleader.com/">The Times Leader</a></em> which has called for the repeal of Civil Rights. The writer of this brilliantly moronic letter, one Sean M. Donahue, contends that all crime in Luzerne county stems from "<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">Hispanic migrants from Central and Latin America</span>". </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">He then goes on to propose a solution to the crime problem:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><hl2 class="subhead" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">Writer: Repeal civil rights laws</hl2></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Too many elected officials are too afraid to speak the truth. The people who brought crime to this area are Hispanic migrants from Central and Latin America. <u>The only way to get rid of crime is to get rid of them.</u></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Democracy allows us the use of peaceful means to repeal the civil rights acts so that we can do just that. Instead of talking about it quietly, please sign an application for a petition for initiative to have the revocation of civil rights laws put on the Luzerne County agenda and eventually on a statewide referendum.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>....but getting the revocation of civil rights on a statewide referendum will send a necessary and powerful message to both Harrisburg and Washington.</i></span> </div>
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He then goes on to make a rather appalling presumption:<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>The population of Hazleton and the Hispanic population cannot meld into one population. I am tired of hearing politicians and loudmouth business leaders say such garbage.</i></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sean M. Donahue</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Hazleton </i></span><br />
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It's incredible the level of absolute brainlessness that some individuals feel comfortable in displaying. First off, let me point out something rather perplexing about Mr. Donahue's <em>idea</em>. He says, "Instead of talking about <em>it </em>quietly, please sign an application for a petition...". Mr. Donahue, how much more quiet can you get than signing a slip of paper? You're not talking about anything at all, let alone talking quietly. <br />
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Community problems demand community discourse. And it stands to reason, by Mr. Donahue's blatant disregard for upstanding Hispanic members of his community, that he would not have them participate in such discourse. What better way to usher through his ridiculous ideas than to pass around an application to like-minded friends while keeping it on the hush hush.<br />
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What further boggles my mind is Mr. Donahue's assumption that repealing Civil Rights laws, ignoring all of the terrible repercussions this would have, could be the only solution to crime in his community. What, if anything, could this possibly accomplish toward his goals of making the community safer? Or, is public safety and crime rate simply the facade to something more basic. Namely, Mr. Donahue's contempt for the Hispanic community.<br />
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He contends that the <em>Hispanic population</em> and the <em>Hazleton population</em> cannot meld into one population? As if the two were separate. Mr. Donahue's rhetoric and segregational speech hearkens to the days of lynch mobs and "Paddy" wagons. What more can we expect from someone actively seeking to repeal Civil Rights laws. Shall we throw the <em>Black population</em> under the bus as well, Mr. Donahue? Care for a bit of anti-Semitism?<br />
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Only one simple fact needs to be stated here: What this country suffers from is ignorant individuals who seek to "solve" problems with quick-fix schemes without using an ounce of brainpower. It suffers from veiled prejudices, as it always has, and the beat of extremist war drums. Understanding, education, and thought are trampled on as though they are the gravest of sins. We heap attention onto the screaming, brainless mobs and ignore those with true ideas and wisdom. <br />
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Mr. Donahue, I urge you to pull your head out of your ass and re-examine your thought process. For the problem you wish to solve is not that of crime but that of multi-culturalism. Yes, there is crime perpetrated by Hispanic individuals within Luzerne county. There are also crimes perpetrated by African Americans, Asians, and your fellow vanilla-white man. Repealing Civil Rights is not the answer and neither are completely baseless, moronic ideas of segregation bolstered by prejudices like you yourself have outlined.<br />
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For every Hispanic who has committed a crime within Luzerne county and North East Pennsylvania, there are dozens more who have not. And I can safely say that without one ounce of actual research into crime statistics and population density with Hazleton or its surrounding areas. <br />
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For your own sake, Mr. Donahue, and the sake of good, intelligent citizens within the Commonwealth, I ask you to refrain from opening your mouth until you've formed an intelligent idea. This, I'm sure, will guarantee your silence for some time.<br />
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Since the initial publishing of this post, I've come across another Sean Donahue rant of lunacy to The Times Leader. In this letter, Mr. Donahue attacks State Rep. Tarah Toohil over her failure to, "eradicate the immigrant and minority populations from Hazleton." In response, Mr. Donahue proposes to run for office on the platform of seceding from the nation if immigrants are not driven out and, amazingly, to instate "neo-Jim Crow" laws to be aggressively enforced.</div>
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Here is Mr. Donahue's letter to the editor from March 15th:<br />
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State Rep. Tarah Toohil has failed to eradicate the immigrant and minority populations from Hazleton. </blockquote>
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Prior to being elected, Toohil led us to believe that she would be an active champion of driving immigrants out of Hazleton. Since that time, she has done absolutely nothing to attain this goal. Toohil said that she would eliminate food ACCESS cards. Then, she apparently joined with the immigrant population to encourage white senior citizens to use the ACCESS card, too. </blockquote>
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Toohil led us to believe that she would address the issue of anchor babies by preventing them from attaining legal American citizenship but then refused to follow through on that agenda. </blockquote>
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Toohil also led us to believe that she would be a champion of spending cuts but then bragged that the Hazleton Area School District would receive no cuts in state funding, which meant that there would be no decrease in taxes. Toohil claimed that she would create jobs. Yet, all she has done is passively accommodate CAN DO Inc. and the very same employers who are giving jobs to the very same immigrants that the public of Hazleton elected her to get rid of in the first place. </blockquote>
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There is nothing about Toohil that espouses any conservative ideology. Instead, Toohil’s only concern seemingly is Toohil. Toohil is a chameleon. I am not. </blockquote>
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If voters write my name in on both the primary ballot and on the general election ballot for state representative of the 116th District, I will push legislation through the House to secede from the United States unless Congress forces all immigrants who entered the United States within the last three decades, and their children, to leave the country. </blockquote>
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I will demand secession unless the federal government ends all affirmative action programs for minorities, eliminates all forms of welfare for immigrants and adopts neo-Jim Crow laws that are to be aggressively applied to illegal immigrants until such a time that the illegal population can be successfully deported.<br />Sean M. Donahue<br />Hazleton<br />(<a href="http://www.timesleader.com/stories/MAIL-BAG-LETTERS-FROM-READERS,124578">Link to Letter</a>)</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>"<span style="font-size: small;">Not I, nor anyone else, </span></em></span><em>can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. </em></div>
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<em>It is not far. It is within reach. </em><em>Perhaps you have been on it </em><em>since you were born,</em></div>
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<em>and did not know. </em><em>Perhaps it is everywhere--</em><em>on water and land."</em></div>
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<em>~Whitman</em></div>
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It's incredible how things can fall into place. How, from a seemingly chaotic existence, life unfolds and sets the pieces together. The picture takes form right before your eyes. There are still points to my life that create stress and worry but, as a whole, I'm feeling good. I can finally see the semblance of the picture. The pieces are being set into place.<br />
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It's been two months since I've moved to Scranton. I read more. Spend more time with incredible friends. Lose myself in hidden nooks of Nay Aug park. And, finally, inspiration is seeping back into my life. Words once lost have begun to take shape. Spill onto the pages. <br />
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The warming days and blazing, brilliant sunsets bring a change too great not to mention. Thoughts are deeper. Increasingly clear. It almost makes the worry of living paycheck to paycheck melt away.<br />
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There's renewed happiness in my life. A connection and peace that I believed to be forever broken is being restored. I've actually caught myself smiling more than I've been feeling burdened. Some questions are yet to be answered, but exploring them has become enjoyable.<br />
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I know what I want. And I've taken steps to acquire it without hesitation. We've only one chance to make our lives what we want. Many wait for the doors to open and show them the way.<br />
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Don't wait. <br />
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They never open on their own.<br />
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Late morning.
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Not sure which.</div>
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No track of time on</div>
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unemployed</div>
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non-schedules.
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The only concept of
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between</div>
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I'd been with </div>
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dancing</div>
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women.
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A few beautiful.
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A few bodies
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One I had.</div>
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Now this.
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Walking home.</div>
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4 a.m.
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6 miles to climb</div>
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out</div>
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Alone.
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No woman.
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No god-damned
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goodnight</div>
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kiss.</div>
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luck tonight.
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another.</div>
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Here I sit.
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Two doughnuts.</div>
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Lousy coffee.
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Cost me half of</div>
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what I had left.
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Broke.
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Alone.</div>
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Sipping coffee.</div>
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Endless</div>
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miles to </div>
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go.</div>
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<i><b>~Dale Wilsey Jr.</b></i></div>
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<i><b><br /></b></i></div>
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It's a new beginning.<br />
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Walking along the street, I felt peaceful. I didn't even know I was smiling until I stopped to look at the light filtering through the buildings between Adams and Washington before casting an array of warmth over the courthouse.<br />
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It's amazing what a change of scenery can do for the mind. How the longer days filled with sun and brilliance can lift you up. For too long, I've felt burdened. Burdened by stresses, some I brought on myself, and unhappiness with my situation. Now that I've taken the time to change it and get serious about turning new corners and opening new doors, I've never felt better.<br />
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My inspiration to write had been lacking. My inspiration to do anything had been lacking. Maybe the change of season has a lot to do with it, but I cannot deny how the other changes have turned things around for me. I feel energized. I feel lighter.<br />
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I feel...excited.<br />
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Though I'm still settling in and the search for a new job continues, I already feel at home.<br />
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It feels good to be home.<br />
<br />
In the world.<br />
<br />
In myself.<br />
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Big things are happening. Big things that are keeping me from the pen, the pages, and various other whims lately. There are boxes strewn about the house waiting to be hauled to my new location in Scranton. The move has been long overdue, but it's finally a reality.<br />
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Over the past few years, I've grown extremely fond of the Electric City. Born and raised in Tunkhannock, I'm an obvious country boy at times. But big towns and cities fill me with ideas. They spark inspiration through the sites, the people, and their history. Already I feel the ideas piling up inside of my head in anticipation of the move. I can barely sleep at night.</div>
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I'll be closer to opportunities. Closer to people I enjoy spending time with. I'll be able to walk out my front door to the building next door and have a coffee in the morning among the chatter of the blossoming day. Or, after a day of work, I can sit down and have a frothy beer perched on a bar stool. </div>
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I'll be able to place my desk next to a window and watch the world as I write. Go for a stroll and peer down streets. Sit in a park and simply watch the world revolve.</div>
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It's a change which needed to happen. Doors were open and I refused to walk through before. It's time to shake things up. Stability and stillness only leads to stagnation. I may take a fall. It's a risk I need to take. It's a risk we all need to take to truly live.</div>
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Some choose to sit comfortable in one place. </div>
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I want to move and shake.</div>
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Here's to walking through new doors.<br />
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At January's Prose in Pubs, Gale Martin read from her recently published book <i>Don Juan in Hankey, PA.</i> That night, she elicited boisterous laughter and applause from her all-too hysterical characterization of Leandro Vasquez, the chauvinistic gaucho-turned-opera-star and hope of the floundering Hankey opera house.<br />
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As Martin read, I was rolling with every instance of humor and wit. It was unfortunate, then, when the book did not live up to my expectations.<br />
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There is a great story within <em>Don Juan</em> and some incredibly interesting characters, but the problems I encountered with the book detracted so much from the good that I found it hard to read at points and, at other times, slow and plodding.<br />
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What I believe suffers <i>Don Juan</i> the most is premature publishing. It seems that very little time was spent revising and editing the manuscript to tighten it up. Just when the flow of the story becomes comfortable and you settle into the world of Hankey and its opera house misfits, the writing becomes profuse. Martin has a tendency, throughout the book, to over-explain for the reader. A small example:<br />
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"He's a major talent," Oriane said brightly, like a piccolo<u><i> introducing a lively motif to advance the drama at a faster pace.</i></u>" (p.72)</blockquote>
Describing Oriane's voice by comparing it to the piccolo could have been beautiful. A perfect image of the small, chirping voice I had already imagined the character to posses. Instead, the image is smudged with direct instructions of what a piccolo does. This is the type of writing which constantly pulled me from the pages and the world of Hankey. I kept asking myself, "Why did she tell me this?"<br />
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For me, the overwriting outweighed my enjoyment of the book. It had me skimming at times, something I've rarely done. There were also a few discrepencies in the story line which confused me, prompting a reread of certain areas to see if I had, initially, read them wrong. Again, it is simply due to the fact that things were not tightened up prior to publishing and this, for me, significantly tarnished the novel for me.<br />
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It's not that I experienced no enjoyment while reading <em>Don Juan. </em>On the contrary. If you clean away the loose passages and overwriting, you're left with a good story which lends wit and whimsy to the world of opera, a form of art and expression more often associated with stuffy, upperclass blue-hairs. Martin's characters are all interesting in their own regard and you get quite a sense of who they are without the extra explanations throughout.<br />
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Simply put, I wanted to really enjoy <i>Don Juan.</i> I wanted to laugh through the entire book. I thought I would be following Martin's reading at Prose in Pubs. But it just fell short. And disappointingly so.<br />
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There are laughs. There are great passages throughout the book and the premise of the story is a great one (though I could do without the ghost angle) and, for that, I congratulate Gale Martin. Hindsight is 20/20 and suggesting to tighten up the manuscript is a bit of a moot point now, but it's what I wish Martin had done.<br />
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Maybe I should simply place a significant burden of blame on Toddie Downs's editing, or lack there of. Here's to hoping that Ms. Martin will find an alternate editor for her planned follow up to <i>Don Juan, Ms. Manon in Hankey, PA.</i><br />
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<i>Don Juan in Hankey, PA is available in both <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Don-Juan-Hankey-Gale-Martin/dp/1935961403/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330573785&sr=8-1">paperback</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Don-Juan-Hankey-PA-ebook/dp/B0066DYMJU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1330573785&sr=8-2">Kindle editions</a> from Amazon.com. You can read more about Gale Martin at <a href="http://galemartin.me/">galemartin.me</a>.</i><br />
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my mind is not my own today.</div>
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it is cold pavement. wet snow.</div>
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grey, chilling winds and</div>
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overcast memories.</div>
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in my skull, an ocean</div>
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fluctuating high and</div>
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low frequencies. crescendos.<br />
atomic blasts.<br />
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scrawled words the<br />
tongue struggles to pronounce<br />
cut my mouth like chewing<br />
gravel, spitting<br />
sand.<br />
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and the day tightens<br />
steel jaws around<br />
my bones.<br />
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crush my eyes<br />
to diamonds,<br />
they cut<br />
through<br />
the fog.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>~Dale Wilsey Jr. </i></b></span> </div>
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