this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgment
we have no sympathy for the devil
image and poem below the fold
Haqi Ismaeel closes the eyes of his killed three-year-old daughter Shayma, outside a hospital in Baqouba, Iraq, Wednesday, Dec. 6, 2006. Shayma was killed and three other family members were wounded as they were court in crossfire when clashes erupted between U.S. forces and gunmen in western Baqouba, some 60 kilometers (35 miles) northeast of Baghdad.
(AP Photo/Adam Hadei)
an excerpt from “Notebook of a Return to the Native Land”
by Aimé Césaire
translated by Annette Smith and Clayton Eshleman
At the end of daybreak, on this very fragile earth thickness
exceeded in a humiliating way by its grandiose future–the vol-
canoes will explode, the naked water will bear away the ripe
sun stains and nothing will be left but a tepid bubbling pecked
at by sea birds–the beach of dreams and the insane awakening.
The candle that DianeL first lit many months ago, and which has become such an important part of these diaries since, is still available here.
You can copy that image into your own comment (you can leave it on my server), craft your own image, and/or rate this one – not for mojo, but to leave a small mark after taking this moment – as a sign that you know, but do not approve, and are not resigned.
peace
Bush told: alter Iraq policy or risk disaster
George Bush and all your merry men. Why, why, why did this innocent child have to die. For what fucking noble cause George?