Sunday, August 01, 2010
Heart and Backbone
I've been spit upon while standing alone with protest placard on a post office sidewalk, distributed in solitude leaflets advising against purchase of non union lettuce at a grocery entrance, held out to hang a jury at 1 to 11 to free an innocent victim of police sting when the cops had been the only law breakers, and was beaten mounting a podium to make an anti government speech at a patriotic rally. Doesn't take much to learn bruises heal and accept names flung as positive evidence of effect.
I once fixed to my house front the upside down flag with skull stars that was posted earlier here, that in response to a gringa who had the gall here in Mexico to hang a flag on hers proclaiming US solidarity. (She never called me names but many passing Mexican workers did wave V and thumbs up signs). That was small, just 8 x 10 inches framed, and hardly noticeable. But, would I paint the entire house to express intensity of inner feelings? Well, first of all, it isn't just my house, and even if it were, I wonder if I could muster courage to apply the paint.
Sonshine did. A trailer home far from neighbors in the New Mexico, USA mountain desert faces the busy I-40 nationwide express highway and tells at glance exactly what flows from the heart of this courageous lady. Might we with some of those highway drivers absorb it into our own and let it be serve as lesson to further open our hearts and stiffen our backbones.
thank you so much for being kind and shairing but realy it just some spray paint and friends who can use a latter.
O blighted Marigold,
on bended knee
I lift your withered leaves
and hanging head.
You still bear traces of your
promised glory ---
gold and copper-bronze and red.
What message would you whisper me
Before I hang my harp upon the tree?
I hear you say `Keep courage, don't despair;
for you are not alone.' --- a riddle fading
in the sulfur gloom.
Well then, farewell.
I have my hands, my heart, my brain,
My harp, and poetry, and friends ---
And as the harp is all its strings
sounding together,
We all of us are one.
Each harpstring has its own true voice,
unlike the others, separate and distinct,
Yet all are needed in the golden frame
to make a stirring melody.
Sleep well, Queen Marigold, my voice
(such as it is) will serve the tune ---
hands, heart, and brain ---
My friends have voices, too!
We shall keep courage, gentle Queen,
and not despair.
We'll make the golden harp to sing
a sweeter air!
---from MARIGOLD HARP
by Roscoe Lynx
The telling of sonshine's house brought to mind the poem I posted above. I do not mind a designation of thief but prefer being considered an honest one, if you can grasp that concept. Read Robinhood if not. Anyhow, here is the confession to make it so.
Blighted Marigold wasn't written by Roscoe Lynx as stated but by Bob Sutherland, a close personal friend and movement companion through many years of struggle. The poem appears as a lead in his book, Sticklewort and Feverfew, which was drawn as fable from our activities. Roscoe Lynx is one of the book's fictional characters. Bob claims that Roscoe was modeled after myself, so I grant the poem particular personal significance.The story of that book and its background is in the Further Left Library.
Such a good example of living what you say. All too many people don't match their words. Sonshine does.
Thank you and bless you allways further left .I have forgotten these words as i have so many as my mind learns to work again .I should reread the blessed book again and i really liked the note inside.Thank you for showing even a no one like me can for some reason be picture photoed when all but the barest hint of what was on my home as i have since moved away.Blessed be not one shot or harm came to me over the sharing of my own picture me when i lived there.May have to go repaint it again haha Also thanks for finding theirs a new pic of my home in nowhere new mexico and sharing it here .
be safe walk in peace allways
sonshine
I will be adding a 9th color now purple to the healing and the killing and i found real orange yeah 7 colored healing rainbow sign hehe
To here ! have to leave a confession.
I am on fricking fracking dial up ,I forget as much as i can remember i believe.I did paint the 7 colored sign on my trailer ,thanks to my blessed Sister ,i got a photo of it this time ,and she added it to my facebook,if not for Furtherleft and Google i would never have had my humble sign shared,I had painted. On here the first time.Further if you know of a way to share my new photo this time, i painted,from my facebook to here it would be so cool!!!!As this is my stand for all people Healing NOT Killing.Bless everyone who has stood and do as they can to becoming a World of equal respect.Peace be to us all
be safe w3alk in peace allways
Sonshine
