Earth Day by Jane Yolen

Apr. 22nd, 2017 04:28 pm
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 I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each honey tree,
Each bit of mud, 
And stick and stone
Is blood and muscle, 
Skin and bone.
 
And just as I 
Need every bit
Of me to make
My body fit,
So Earth needs
Grass and stone and tree
And things that grow here
Naturally.
 
That’s why we 
Celebrate this day.
That’s why across
The world we say:
As long as life,
As dear, as free,
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me. 

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

Apr. 21st, 2017 12:07 pm
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


Sweet Spring -- by E. E. Cummings

Apr. 20th, 2017 03:08 pm
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sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

The Silent Sentinel by Josh Lee

Apr. 20th, 2017 11:44 am
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 The sun has gone without a glow;
No moon is there to shine tonight,
And sleepy stars refuse to show,
There is no noise; there is no light.

The silent sentinel walks his post,
While thoughts are flying through his head,
Before him stalks a mighty host;
They are the spirits of the dead.

He sees the patriarchs of old,
The scholars of great renown,
The bondsmen who to chains were sold;
He sees the fool and royal clown.

He sees the kings of kingly mien;
He sees the warriors strong and brave,
And all the dead are in that train
For every soul has left the grave.

Belshazzar lived, but had to die,
And mighty Caeser joined the throng;
Napoleon's men had passed him by,
And Washington had come along.

The silent sentinel walks his post
While thoughts are flying through his head.
"How soon," he thinks, "will my own ghost
Be keeping step among the dead?"

Who leads the army of the dead?
The greatest general ever known.
They say that God is at the head
And he commands it from the throne.

On earth the great commanding head
Requires citations for the deed.
Not so the Captain of the Dead,
He sees with omnipresent heed.

In the silence of the night
He notes the struggle for the goal;
He sees the hero bravely fight
The bitter battle in his soul.

We mortals never know the truth;
The bravest deeds are never known
By men of earth forsooth
But by the Commandant alone.

And so He decorates heroes
With His divine, immortal hands,
And those deserving praise He knows,
He knows them all from foreign lands.

He pins a cross upon a mother,
But, no, it's not a Croix de Guerre;
He pins a cross upon another,
It is the cross that Christ did bear.

Women who bear the battle's brunt,
Women who wait in silent prayer
For husbands serving at the front,
Come forth their honor to share.

Before the Army of the Dead,
He calls a boy who peddles news,
A weary soul who scrubs for bread,
A cobbler who repairs old shoes.

And many heroes of the earth
Are never decorated there,
And many men of royal birth
In that great honor have no share.

For God respects no birth or rank
But metes out justice unto men,
Rewarding justly Hun or Yank
For every deed of sword or pen.

The silent sentinel walks his post
While thoughts are flying through his head.
He knows that men from every coast
At last will march among the dead.

The importer has (mostly) caught up!

Apr. 19th, 2017 11:02 pm
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Our content importer has mostly caught up with its backlog; almost everything that's still listed as being "in the queue" are jobs that were tried, failed once or more with a temporary failure, and are waiting to try again. (The importer tries a few times, at successively longer intervals, when it gets a failure it thinks might be temporary/might correct itself later on.) This means that new imports scheduled now should complete in hours (or even minutes), not the "several days" it's been taking.

If you tried to schedule a second import while the first one was still running, at any time in the past 10 days or so, you may have confused the poor thing. If you think your import should be finished by now and it isn't, and you're seeing "Aborted" on the Importer Status part of the Importer page, feel free to open a support request in the Importer category and we'll look into it for you. (It may take a little bit before you get a response; those of us who have the access to look into importer problems have been really busy for the past two weeks or so, and I at least need a few days to catch my breath a bit before diving back into the fray! But we'll do what we can.)

I hope all y'all are continuing to settle in well to your new home!

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

Apr. 19th, 2017 01:27 pm
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.


Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The Line-Up by Josh Lee

Apr. 17th, 2017 09:39 am
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 I lined up for my papers
   When I started the game;
I lined up at the office
   And I lined up at the train.

I lined up when I landed
  And I got my soldier's tag,
I lined up with the rookies,
  And I got my barracks bag.

I lined up in the morning,
  And I lined up for retreat.
I lined up at the canteen
  And I lined up where they eat.

I lined up for inspections,
  And they happened every day,
I lined up at the mailbox
  And I lined up for my pay.

I lined up with my rifle
  And I shot across the farm;
I lined up for the doctors
  And they shot me in the arm.

I lined up for my passes
  So that I could go to town;
I lined up at the harbor
  When the plank was lowered down.

I lined up on the steamer
  For every guard detail,
And when the waves were tossing,
  I lined up at the rail.

I lined up at the sick bay
  When afflicted with disease;
They always marked me "duty"
  And prescribed for me CC's.

I lined up for my choc'late
  And my commissary stuff;
I lined up for seconds
  When I didn't get enough.

And when the war was over,
 I lined up just the same,
But by and by one summer
  That final line-up came.

I lined up for the steamer
  And it brought me home again;
I was so bloomin' happy
  That I couldn't hold it in.

And when I saw the statue,
  It was glory well I reckons;
And if my country needs me,
  I'll line up then for seconds.

“Metaphors” by Sylvia Plath

Apr. 15th, 2017 02:48 pm
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I’m a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising.
Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.
I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there’s no getting off.
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Hello, Dreamwidth! Goodness, this past week has been unexpectedly exciting, hasn't it? A warm Dreamwidth welcome to everyone who's just joining us: we're glad you're here, and we hope you're liking the new digs.

Before we get into all the things I have to cover, though: Given the reasons most people are citing for not wanting to agree to LiveJournal's new ToS, I'd like to take a moment and ask: if you're able to (and only if you're able!), please consider donating to the Russian LGBT Network/Российская ЛГБТ-сеть. They not only do excellent work across the Russian Federation, but are currently mobilizing to help evacuate LGBT people in Chechnya who are in danger of detention or death. (EDIT: If you're outside Russia, you can donate through All Out; the Russian LGBT Network website won't accept donations from outside Russia.)

To our friends in Russia who are LGBT and those who are against the mistreatment of anyone because of their sexual orientation: We stand with you. Please stay safe above all else, but if it would be safe for you to post that link, the LGBT Network is asking that as many people as possible publicly share the information that the LGBT Network is ready to help. (They also ask that you do not contact people in Chechnya directly to let them know, as there are reports the authorities are searching people's phones and computers for evidence of sexual orientation.)

The rest of this post is primarily to give y'all new folks a brief orientation (or as brief as I am ever capable of; no one has ever called me concise) to help you settle in, although I hope at least some of it will be useful (or at least interesting!) to those of you who have been with us for a while. Come with me as we discuss Dreamwidth's history, a bit of what (we think) makes us special, the answers to a few common questions about how we roll, and a few useful tips that may help you with the transition.


Dreamwidth 101! )

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* If you're looking for new people to subscribe to you, leave a comment with some basic info about your journal and what you tend to write about! Then everybody can browse around and meet each other. (There's also [community profile] 2017revival and [community profile] addme, both of which are unofficial but bustling lately; holler if you know of any more.)

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You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

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The random musings of a librarian with a passion for reading (duh), a vast curiosity about the world, and a penchant for noticing things most people don't (like the way sunlight falls through the leaves on a tree).

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