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A Joint-Post With Icarus & Talj

The following words are written by Icarus by way of explanation of this post;

This post makes me really happy. It is a good story. Richard Nixon was re-elected to the White House in November 1972.The following afternoon, after work, I sat on a bench in Soho Square, London, reading a newspaper article the title of which I still remember, but not the journalist. It was: "Why I Fear for 4 More Years of Tricky Dickie".I agreed.I wrote those words below immediately. Nixon didn't manage to last the 4 years, but the thoughts I wrote that long ago day have always stayed close to me.Ruth sent me a link to a series of photos that her blog-friend, Talj (Natalya)from Yorkshire had taken in the garden during the week she stayed with Ruth, two weeks ago.When I saw the photo below, I instantly knew that at last, after waiting 34 and a half years, I had seen the precise photo that accompanied that poem.I put them together and sent it to Ruth, asking her to forward it to Talj, asking her authorisation to post it like this and suggesting that all three of us post it simultaneously, as a way of sharing it more.So, today here is the fruit of our efforts: the photographer, the writer and the hostess of the photographer and the species that can fly.Talj is at TALJ'S PHOTO A DAY 2007 I am at TIME AND A WORD And if we can bring your attention to the Clatterbridge Cancer Campaign, then it can do some real good.

A Toast to Richard Nixon’s Re-Election, November 1972,
Sitting in Soho Square after Work

In praise of Living Things,
Those unafraid to cry;
Of small fragments of life
That only have wings.
There are species that envy
Being able to fly.
Inanimate crowns mean nothing, like kings;
The blood royal flows through
Those who ask “Why?.
Sinners and heroes and those who pull strings
And every last creature between earth and sky,
Let LIFE be our purpose, whatever it brings.
Without peace, let us cease and quietly die.



Libbys Blog said...

Not being the brightest button in the pile I read this and thought 'what'? So I asked my youngest daughter, (she is very bright) down and she explained what she thought it meant. Now I understand! Its actually quite clever. Shame I was too thick to understand it!!!! :o(

Icarus said...

LOL!! I just want to know how old libby's youngest daughter is. And canshe explain it to me!!! More LOL!

Leonie said...

Very meaningful words, and a lovely photo.

Annie said...

It would be equally as appropriate in regard to the leader in the White House today.

edwin s said...

I've given up hope on:
1) A decent President of the USA
2) Imagining a world without cancer

One parent survived. One didn't. And the struggle for awareness continues.

A wonderful post.

Hey Stewie, thanks for the connection.

Tenderness contains an element of sadness. It is not the sadness of feeling sorry for yourself or feeling deprived, but it is a natural situation of fullness. You feel so full and rich, as if you were about to shed tears. Your eyes are full of tears, and the moment you blink, the tears will spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. In order to be a good warrior, one has to feel this sad and tender heart. Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche