Tuesday 315


Filed under: Poetry, Society — Tags: , — zundel @ pm

from “Exposure” (1918) by Wilfred Owen (1893–1918)

Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces—
We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed,
Deep into grassier ditches. So we drowse, sun-dozed,
Littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses.
Is it that we are dying?

My favorite stanza ever.
He was killed in action one week before the armistice.
Wilfred Owen in 1916

In memorial I have written a bibliography.
Having gotten the books off the shelf, I think I’ll go buy a bottle of beer and a snack, and spend the evening rereading the introductions.


Obama’s Challenge

Filed under: Obama, Politics — Tags: — zundel @ pm

Obama’s Challenge” by George Friedman of Stratfor 2008-11-05

And then, sometime in March or April, things will get interesting.

If he simply withdraws from Iraq without a solid understanding with Iran, the entire American coalition in the region will come apart.

Or he can do what we have suggested is the inevitable outcome, namely, negotiate — and reach a political accord — with the Taliban

Doing so will take cunning, trickery and the ability to make his supporters forget the promises he made while keeping their support. […] In other words, he will have to be cunning and ruthless without appearing to be cunning and ruthless. That’s what successful presidents do.


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