tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post2766717254722920228..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: having proceeded by the logic of your personal vacuum you will perceive your continued lightlessness as an excuse to go onUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-36054027570621566122020-06-03T09:50:44.915-04:002020-06-03T09:50:44.915-04:001)how to be a good white ally
https://www.vox.com...1)how to be a good white ally<br /><br />https://www.vox.com/2020/6/2/21278123/being-an-ally-racism-george-floyd-protests-white-people<br /><br />1.3)premier stephen mcneil of nova scotia ended his press conference in halifax yesterday, after speaking in a complimentary way of the antiracism demonstration there, with these words - <br /><b>black lives matter</b><br /><br />2)jared diamond has written recently about how the coronavirus crisis could help humanity to mobilize a global effort to deal with common problems [or maybe not]<br /><br />https://www.edge.org/conversation/jared_diamond-best-case-and-worst-case-scenarios<br /><br />3)English Victorian poet Arthur Hugh Clough [1819-1861] suffered from the intense pressures of high expectations. He attended at the prestigious Rugby School and then studied at Oxford, but he resigned his fellowship and eventually found a career as an examiner in the British Education Office. Clough is best known for his early, shorter poems and for the longer, later work that sprang from his intense religious doubts. He was an important influence on later poets such as T.S. Eliot, and his best work hints at the radical experiments and split subjectivities that would become the hallmarks of Modernism.<br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Say not the Struggle nought Availeth</b><br /><br />By Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br /><br />Say not the struggle nought availeth,<br /> The labour and the wounds are vain,<br />The enemy faints not, nor faileth,<br /> And as things have been they remain.<br /><br />If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;<br /> It may be, in yon smoke concealed,<br />Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,<br /> And, but for you, possess the field.<br /><br />For while the tired waves, vainly breaking<br /> Seem here no painful inch to gain,<br />Far back through creeks and inlets making,<br /> Comes silent, flooding in, the main.<br /><br />And not by eastern windows only,<br /> When daylight comes, comes in the light,<br />In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,<br /> But westward, look, the land is bright.<br /><br />mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-90966290084709493762020-06-02T16:54:17.654-04:002020-06-02T16:54:17.654-04:00Maybe there's something wrong with me but I do...Maybe there's something wrong with me but I don't feel any guilt for not participating. It's not clear what exactly goes on but I suspect the cops are instigating violence one way or another as an excuse to crack your skull. As for those who encourage violence I think you're assholes. Be careful.Robert Paynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02433313459943971984noreply@blogger.com