WHEN POLITICS IS AN ANAGRAM FOR POETRY

Sometimes a blog post can be more than just informative, entertaining, provocative, or instructive. Sometimes, like the following excerpt from this morning’s post from The Raven (http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/02/06.html) it is sheer poetry. I hope I can write like this when I grow up…
The Shadows of Indignant Desert Birds
We didn’t run any hard news this morning because there wasn’t any, really. A hodge-podge of stories filled the hopper in a perfunctory, sullen kind of way, and looking them over I saw that they didn’t make any sense, no matter how I tried to piece them into a coherent picture.
Large swaths of tapestry were woven from pieces of the shuttle, and the remaining threads all led to Iraq. War now seems all but inevitable: Bush declares ‘game is over’.
Right now, hundreds, perhaps thousands of Iraqi men, women and children are eating their breakfasts and starting their morning rituals. Within a short while, at almost any time and for no fault of their own, their skies are going to be filled with screaming missiles, their homes are going to be blasted into rubble, and families will collect the injured, bleeding, screaming bodies of the survivors and the burned and blasted corpses of their dead. When that happens, they won’t be thinking of Colin Powell holding up a vial of simulated Anthrax, they’ll be thinking about how much they’d like to see you and me suffer the same fate. Then a new game will begin.

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1 Response to WHEN POLITICS IS AN ANAGRAM FOR POETRY

  1. Steve says:

    Yep, Mr. Raven is a keeper all right.

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