Monday, September 5, 2011

We Have Been Through Times

Abandoned Farm in Dublin, Ohio

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"The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread." - Anatole France
Anatole France (16 April 1844 – 12 October 1924), born François-Anatole Thibault, was a French poet, journalist, and novelist. He was born in Paris, and died in Saint-Cyr-sur-Loire. He was a successful novelist, with several best-sellers. Ironic and skeptical, he was considered in his day the ideal French man of letters. He was a member of the Académie française, and won the Nobel Prize for Literature in recognition of his brilliant literary achievements, characterized as they are by a nobility of style, a profound human sympathy, grace, and a true Gallic temperament.

We Have Been Through Times

The swollen dusty
cloud left us behind the dunes
right where we landed
quite some time ago
now, not as if we wanted
to be here but look,
buried clear up to
both axles just like wagons
in the dusty bowl,
in the world's middle
ground and drier than deserts,
damned decades of drought.

Written September 5, 2011   7:38 AM

18 comments:

  1. apropo with the midwest drought these days...really like the opening quote as well...

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  2. the axle assemblies (which sound coincidentally like apple assemblies of ripened women's apple bottomed curve hugging shorts that photographer James A Naysayer is about to snip the bottom of their peach baskets out so that the game can be played with less hands caught in the cookie jars of scored points in the early days of basketball.

    only two years after the game began being played officially. And at this point the only planes being boarded are ones with clearance from proper medical tests from post menopausal delicate and delectable flowering women anf Mothers I'd Like to Find...

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  3. ) you guys are just asking for tidal waves of obnoxious trouble at this point.

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  4. Sorry, bout that Christopher, I saw the picture in my reader and assumed this was Willow's blog. That's what I get for commenting before some cups o coffee after first having risen from slumber.

    ***ahhh-yaawwn!- big yawn***

    I say these things in the name of He's us the Cry-ee-est,

    Cammas (wildflower)
    Yah Hey (Indian "hello")
    Amen (ones preceding the bees)

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  5. Yes, the drought is back; the Joads will be hitting the road again soon.

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  6. Oh lord we have some times coming...

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  7. a poignant piece; i feel a foreshadow coming on, as well.

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  8. Beautiful description...I love the notion of a dusty cloud dropping them right where they landed...

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  9. Yes, Harlequin. The trouble for me is that I have had that foreboding in one way or another much of the time since 1966 when I began feeling so strongly that things were coming apart. So now it is like well all the others were bogus, but THIS time it is REAL!! not...

    The foreboding is certainly real. It's an inner state that's real.

    This cry wolf thing is what makes it so difficult in the global warming thing. No matter how overwhelming the evidence may be, the western consciousness is also poignantly aware of how many times in how many ways from how many sources the end of it all has been forced on our social consciousness since the Great Depression. There are a great many people who are sure they are being manipulated by doomsayers. There is also a fundamental Christian minority who adamantly maintains and even promotes Armageddon.

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  10. I dont like this not having a connection thing, using my phone for this sucks...wah-wah

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  11. Aridity of any kind isn't good to contemplate...

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  12. I lived in West Texas once. Kind of hard not to contemplate aridity there, or in the Mojave, or the Sahara, or the Gobi.

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  13. I like this melancholy piece - it is a poem of doom...
    The rust and the dust invited the feelings of dismay and despair. I had to work hard to wring optimism out of this week's prompt!

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  14. We have been through times...at least our fore fathers have....but looks like we might experience a little of those times ourselves....great writing Christopher! :-)

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  15. Nicholas, Carrie, thank you for your words.

    I am busy rusting myself these days, grateful that I am upright.

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  16. Wonderfully insightful writing. Who knows what lies ahead. I haven't seen a raindrop in so long It would scare me if one fell.
    Here's my offering on the prompt: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/

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  17. very descriptive and visual.


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