“What a dishonour to just bend down and obey fate.” Lesya Ukrainka
When We stand What is a moment, when is a journey, how do we step through shadows in the long night of winter's approach, cradled in short views of chance and change, rattled by a murderous chill that encroaches the edges of my dreams in little hints of insanity, carried by a darkness of heart. What is a moment, when is a journey? The journey begins in the moment when we seek an end to oppression. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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The journey begins in the moment
when we seek an end to oppression.– Magnificent
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Many thanks for that Pat.
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These are the lines that most resonated with me:
a murderous chill
that encroaches the edges of my
dreams in little hints of insanity,
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I find it amazing that different aspects can so touch a person.
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As do I! (Contrary to the New Criticism theory from the undergrad years.)
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Yes, NCT was too clinical for me, it had a point, but I think it became the new fascism.
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New Criticism was the be-all and end-all for me until I got to grad school–and I didn’t know what hit me!
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Yes, a pernicious view – it can be useful, but as the be-all, not for me.
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I’d “like,” but my account’s been hacked again. Dark times.
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I guess when you’re on the front line as an advocate/activist it is ‘normal’ to be targeted, if only it weren’t so. Sorry to hear that.
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👍🙏
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks Michael
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Its wonderful, and so empowering, Paul! Thanks for sharing! xx Michael
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My pleasure Michael 🙂
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Sad that this is not fiction but reality. Will the insanity ever be over?!
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Looking at the past, I’d say not 😦
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The disappearance of Decency has begun …
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Ah yes, when will we see it again I wonder.
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I just keep wondering .. and hoping
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Yes
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My heart freezes every time I switch on the news. Powerful poem, Paul.
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Good description of how the news is impacting, and Thank you Chris.
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Yes, it hurts to see and know, and be powerless and wanting an end to it, I feel that same freeze.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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Amen!
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Thank you VJ
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Welcome
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You nailed it! End the insanity and restore peace. ☮️
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Please, I just yearn for peace everywhere.
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I know that murderous chill
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Horrible feeling.
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poignant and true Paul” “xwhen is a journey?
The journey begins in the moment
when we seek an end to oppression.”
💖🌻
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Hoping for change 🙂
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fingers & toes crossed as my heart bleeds.💖
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Yes, yearning 🙂
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Poignant yet empowering. Thanks for sharing Paul💖💫🌺
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Thank you so much Deeksha
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Powerfully spoken truth
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Thank you very much 🙂
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