Showing posts from January 10, 2010

O! Machines of Blood! (Saturday 1/16/10 Head-Lines)

Haiti: Up to 200,000 feared dead
Where are your ancestors? When will this throbbing subside? Why do the talons inject their agony inside the tattered bone? (Words shall never hold you as dear.)

UN launches Haiti relief appeal
When they did wake they began to sing. They began to chant their fortune over corpses, stepping carefully so as not to nudge them. Though they bid them rise… their beauty remained.

Quake Prompts Respite For Haitians Illegally In U.S.
Go home when time drifts over your land, return to the sun when the ground is made whole and peace puts her warm hands upon your mournful eyes.

Outside Port-au-Prince, 'towns are absolutely destroyed'
O famished ministers of grief, sinister murderers of time, hold your blood machine until they’ve chance to weep, cease your plowing until their graves are made deep.

Angry Haitians Take to Street as Relief Trickles In
Like a dog alone in a cage does make such piteous clamor when no one appears to be coming- they steal their startled…

The Land Will Vomit You Out and Whatever

PAT ROBERTSON: “Something happened a long time ago in Haiti and people might not want to talk about it. They were under the heel of the French. You know, Napoleon III and whatever... And they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said, “We will serve you if you get us free from the prince.” True story. And so the devil said, “OK, it’s a deal.” They kicked the French out, the Haitians revolted and got themselves free.

But ever since, they have been cursed by one thing after the other, desperately poor. That island of Hispaniola is one island. It’s cut down the middle, on the one side is Haiti, on the other side is the Dominican Republic. The Dominican Republic is prosperous, healthy, full of resorts, etc. Haiti is in desperate poverty. Same island.

They need to have, and we need to pray for them, a great turning to God. And out of this tragedy I’m optimistic something good may come. But right now, we’re helping the suffering people and the suffering is unimaginab…

Where is Our Joy?

Justice Denied: Eight Years and Counting
Speak justice. Bend the light of horror, anguish. Ingest it, cry out. This is barrenness. Empty and cold, it should move us to heartache.

Fearing all, the sunrise of love is too sinister to smile upon us.

They walk on our floors of ruin, kneel upon our miserable hearts and sleep confined to our bitterness. If we, the loveless, barren and cruel, shackle and cage men’s hearts, why then are we not happy?

© 2010 by mark prime

A Vow of Sanity (1/10/10 Head-Lines)

NYT: Feds hid truth about immigrant jail deaths
These ghosts without features or moans have not found us sleeping, not like a terrorist whose shadows readily snuggle up to our doubts bringing us to such savagery and screeching piteous damnation! Not these hidden specters, they’re use is for our future dread.

'CIA bomber' vowed revenge
How can there be a call for god-fowled revenge when we've done nothing to inflame them? How can we counter such murderous rage of our innocence, when we’re blameless, righteous, perfect, loving, divine, sympathetic, inspiring, honorable, noble and kind?

For Top Bonuses on Wall Street, 7 Figures or 8?
Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. All these damned numbers! They’re useless and stolen.

Obama launches new push for healthcare overhaul
They still want to murder the goodness that is ready. We’ll just stand around pointing as the shots are fired so as to not feel the gaping wounds or see the gushing blood, but, and this is significant, it will be …