A peacetime draft is the most un-American thing I know.
quote by George Wald
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Moments Of Writing Poetry
Draft poems sometimes like
loose ripped off pieces of paper
to be drafted out roughly upon.
Draft poems hang around
in the strangest places waiting
to be written out one day.
Draft poems wait for a poet
to wake at the beginning of day
to be written out, in any
seized moments, sacrificed.
This is now time, shower time, eating time,
reflective time, conversation time, work time;
t.v. time, driving time, riding motorcycle time,
going to sleep time, cooking time, or any time.
Draft poems can only be written
in spared moments of seized time.
Draft poems can only be written today,
they will not wait for fair weather like hay,
which lays around waiting to be harvested.
Draft poems will not wait for a clear sunny day to dawn,
and then mature slowly, over a perfect golden summer.
Draft poems are ever now or never
if they are ever to be swiftly written.
A draft may possibly be perfected
upon any future day of favoured writing;
but a draft never written is a poem
never written, never completed, never known.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Peacetime
We're living in peacetime—
floating and adrift in
an endless space
of instant materialization,
lɐǝɹǝɥʇǝ waves coasting on
the crystal rim
of our infrastructure,
impelled, jettisoned
through the jet steam
ɯɐsʇǝɾ of
a jocular lifestyle.
We're living in peacetime.
We refuse
to be roused
from out medicated slumber
slɐɔıɯǝɥɔ lɐɥʇǝl ɟo lıɐʇʞɔoɔ ɐ
suıǝʌ ɹno ɥƃnoɹɥʇ ƃuısɹnoɔ —
t̡͕͔̦̝̏̾̓̆r̞ͥ̂ͮ͂͝ë̯̱ͯͯ̽ͧ̓ḁ͇̱͓̣͚̭ͬc̥͍ͤ̓͐l̫ͯ̔ḛ ̿̕ ̣̤b͖ͭ͗̇̎̑̍l̂̓͏o̦̣̬͚̻͈̔o̸͖̩͉̖͔̲͎̐ͬ̀̐̇̎d͔̥̝̖̹̲̻̿̃̂f ̖̗̳̓ͮ̊̈͌͘lͪͬͥỏ̺̩͖̩̼̱̽̉̀w̱͉͕̙̲͂͊̂͊
pǝʇɐɔɔısǝp'pǝʇɐssıdsuı
perennially cubed
contamination
a mordant climate forming:
fever-pitch ʇ͖͙͠s̸͍̗̲͎̙̳ı̶͙̫̪ǝ̙̫̞͖̲ƃ̱̝͓͖̰̦̩͝ ʇ̢ı͝ǝ͈̺ẓ̗̺̀ ̜̥͉̮̀z̰̯ɯ̘̬̫͖͎̳̟ɹ͕̠̖ǝ̱͉̼͈͇ͅͅɥɔ͚̼͖sʇ̢̗̱̩̜̗͍ḻǝ͍̱ͅʍ̸
sickness ƃuıllǝʍs ƃ̪̭̰͈̥̹̕u̖͕̰̼͓͓̳ı͏ll͖͇͘ǝ͓̝ʍ̪͢s̨̰̻ ƃ̸̻̤̬̯̖̺̦̬̭̝̩̲̖̟̰̞̲́͢͠ù̴̶̷̥̯̣͓̫͚̻̻̳̣͈̟̫͍̜͎͚͓̥ı̴͔̝ ̳͍̟͜ĺ̨̤͇̲̳͚̝̖̘͔̥̖̹̩̫̺̳̞́͘l̡͢͝҉͈̭͈̦̞̥̫̳̙͇̝͚͔̪̣̫͓͙͎ ͢ǝ̀҉̡͕̱̙̗̙̟͕̩̻̪̰̤͇͜ʍ̡͉͇͓̯̞̹̯̩̮͔̦͓͜ͅś͚͎̯̤̘͢͞͞
i n our heads;
a jumbled abjuration,
abeyance— ǝɔuɐés 'ou —
for existence.
Sleep now,
we're living in peacetime.
We're deaf to
nature's gnarled cachinnate,
eschewed its guttural
ɔıɟǝlɐɯ
ǝuıuɹnʇɐs snarl, replaced
our Adonai—
o̙̰̫̼̍̇̋̑͗u̖̗̙͎͚̮̝͛ͧ̃r̝̟̱͓̪̝̥̝̲̬̃̐̑ͫ ̄̏̄ͬ̊̌̈ ̭͚͍͍̭̣̬͇̰͕͖̈͛͂̔̋ͩͯͧ̔ṭ̭̥̇͊͊̒͐̍̾̔͑ͣ̓͐ͥ̋͑͂͒r͇͉̠͇͔͆ͥͥ ͑ͪͨu̙̲̯͓̺̻͔̤͚̯̰͊ͥ̊̂̓̓ͥt͇̩̭̘͕͈͖̞̦̙̮̮̘̖̩̘̮̻̽̂͐ͤ̉͆͌̓ ͮ̐̿̊̀͛ͪ̿̍̄h̺͚͇̤̣̬̳̫̰͉͚̫ͤ̈́̑͐s͕͖͉͖͔͕̟̺͇͍͚̠ͣ̅́͊ͬ͛̏̽ ̒̆͗̑ͩ ̗͕͉̞̥̰͙͙̈́͛͆̌͑͐̑͑̔t̯̳̙̘̦̭͈̣͖̹͙̪ͭͫ̑͆͆̐̎ͣ́͑̎ͅr̠͍͕̦͍ ̰̰ͣ͌̂̑͆o̮͖̜̱͖̫̙̟̺ͫ͋͐̊̍̋ͮm͍̩̺̪̦̣̘͚̜͓̞̬̒̋́̓ͮ̌̀͂͌̉͑ͬ p̬̱̠͔̬͉͎̙̼͕̖̥̝ͤ̔͆̏͐ͪ̑ͬ̑̅̑̓̏ͨ̅̓ȇ͖̹̖̺̖̻̮̲̳̯͊ͣ̓̑̐ͧ ̳͍̤̬̯̞͕͂̽̀͌̅̈́ͦͭͤͯͬ̉l̩͍̰͖̠͉̅̽̅ͧ͒͗ͦͦ̏̆̋̓ͅē̝̣͈̩̣̱̟̙ ͎̰̖͕ͣ̆ͭ͗̆̇̋ͩͩ̑̾ͤͣ̔͒̒ͮ͆ͅ-͇̣̪̻̠̦̬̥̣̲̹͔̊ͤ̒́ͩ̒͐ͤõ̪̻̳̤ ͔̰̟̼̻̋̓̂͗̀͗͑e̥͈͖̤͔̙̠̘̟͇̩̬̘̒̾̋͋ͭ̓͗͛͊͌ͧͅì̬̮̘ͯͬͤ̎̾ͣ̊ ͨ͗̑̈̆ͪ̀̿̚ͅl̟̤̝̙̼͖͔̊͛̿̎̈́̈́ͪ̎ͧ͆̏̑̃̉͗̇ͩ͂̒ —
for anodyne automatons
that supplant sylvan landscapes—
spnolɔ ǝʇǝɹɔuoɔ ɟo ǝuılʎʞs.
We substitute community
for its datapoints
in an advertising algorithms.
We're living in peacetime.
We're living in peacetime,
accepting that loss is forever.
Lethean padded coffins for us, calling
ǝ̹̹͚̗̬̼̣̣̟̥͔̪̯͆ͧ̐̒͐ͭ̊̏͆ͥͪɔ̤̼͎̳̼̳͓͙̝̳͚̼ ͕ͭ͌̔̂̒́͐̈͒̀̆̓ͮ͂ͧ̆̚ͅͅu̹̤͈̟̣̻͔̥̩͔͇̇̐̐͗̉ͫ̓ͪ͑͌̓̚ͅǝ̩͉͈ ̬̮̼͕̿ͫͫͥ̾ͬ͌ͣ̇̆̌̍̄̚ḽ̻͚͇̙̠̬͍͌ͬ̓̒̍̔̐̚̚ͅo̙̣̤͈̺͓̼̥̼̖̮͍ ̰̫̻͑ͣ̔̿ͅı̩̭̘͆̂̂͛̈́͌ͮͅʌ̳̝̞̙̘͚̞̠̼̱̙͒ͤ̋ͥͯͦ̔͒̚ ̳͍̤̳͑̀ͩ͐̉ͅɹ̝͎̱̬͖̣̣̫̠͚̞̜̱̤̋͑̊͆̌ͬ̽ͬ͋̾o͍͚̥͉̤̟̰ͩ̓̐͒ͧ̊ ́̈̈͗ͦ͒̓̑ɟ̟̭̗̺͚̋̄̑ͩ̾͊̾ to contain us contain us—
tombs to betray, plunder, and sell.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Writing, yeah. Me and my friend Scott Bloom just finished the first rough draft of a script. It's taken us three years to do, but we finally got a first draft. And we'll see whatever happens with that.
quote by Ethan Suplee
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I was part of the draft resistance movement in LA where we did demonstrations at the draft centre and burned our cards and made a lot of trouble on campus.
quote by Cheech Marin
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Even the draft dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, most of them... unless they are breaking Canadian laws .. are getting American dollars from Ma and Pa at home to spend here.
quote by Gordon Sinclair
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Better to be a dog in peacetime that a man in wartime.
To me the only real star of the movie is the writer. And I work with writers very closely, from outline to first draft and on to the seventh draft, whatever it takes. Then my job is to support the director to make the best movie we can. Some producers try to go past them, but my job is to support them.
quote by Dino De Laurentiis
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Young American
They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American
Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday
Have you been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have
And
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
I heard the news today, oh boy
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
Young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
(I want with you, I want with you want)
All right
(You want it, I want you you, you want I, I want you want)
Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want to want, to want, to want , to want I, I want you)
All right
(Lord I wanted the young american)
(young american)
Young American, Young American
I want the young American
Mmmmmm mmm
song performed by by David Bowie
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The more you sweat in Peacetime, The less you bleed during War.
Better dry bread in peacetime than meat in wartime.
All the mines that explode in peacetime rhyme with the war.
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
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American Dream
American dream
American dream
American dream
I must surrender to my American dream
Please do not call me
There is a wedding ring on my ring
And I am building my American dream
I found an American soul mate to love
And to share my life and my American dream
I am getting married and settling down
Good bye single life
Love is the best thing I can give to the people who also share my American dream
Soul mate give me a kiss
And let's dream the American dream
I want my self, you, and every body else to be a part of this American
Dream
We are starting over with an American dream
What I lost before
It is not of any value to me any more
I can't replace it
But you are a part of me
And that is what matters the most
This American dream belong to us and every body else
My heart belongs to you my soul mate
Days will come and go
But I am here for you
We can make a difference when we claim the American dream
Maybe tommorow we will sail on a moon beam
My soul mate has blue eyes
Soul mate I ask no more than this
Please give me a warm kiss
Somewhere in the American dream roses will bloom
And ships will sail across the sea
Poets will write their poetry
Singers will sing in the boulevard cafes some love songs that touch Every body's heart
Flower girls will sell flowers in the streets of the American dream so
The man can buy some
Flowers for there girl friends and lovers if they have any
I can't let any body else steal our American dream
We must save this American dream for us and every body else
If you want to be a part of the American dream
You will have to be a good citizen of the American dream
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Among those best known, their highest ambition is to build American homes, possess American furniture, dress in American clothes, adopt the American style of living and be American citizens.
quote by Sheldon Jackson
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Young Americans
They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, he frowns
Gee my lifes a funny thing, am I still too young?
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, shed have taken anything, but
All night
She wants the young american
Young american, young american, she wants the young american
All right
She wants the young american
Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but
Heaven forbid, shell take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries where have all papas heroes gone?
All night
She wants the young american
Young american, young american, she wants the young american
All right
She wants the young american
All the way from washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?
All night
He wants the young american
Young american, young american, he wants the young american
All right
He wants the young american
Do you remember, your president nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday
Have you been an un-american?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-sheilas
Aint that close to love?
Well, aint that poster love?
Well, it aint that barbie doll
Her hearts been broken just like you have
And
All night
You want the young american
Young american, young american, you want the young american
All right
You want the young american
You aint a pimp and you aint a hustler
A pimps got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler
Blacks got respect, and whites got his soul train
Mamas got cramps, and look at your hands ache
I heard the news today, oh boy
I got a suite and you got defeat
Aint there a man you can say no more?
And, aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, aint there a child I can hold without judging?
Aint there a pen that will write before they die?
Aint you proud that youve still got faces?
Aint there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?
All night
I want the young american
Young american, young american, I want the young american
All right
I want the young american
Young american
Young american, young american, I want the young american
(I want with you, I want with you want)
All right
(you want it, I want you you, you want i, I want you want)
Young american, young american, I want the young american (I want to want, to want, to want , to want i, I want you)
All right
(lord I wanted the young american)
(young american)
Young american, young american
I want the young american
Mmmmmm mmm
song performed by by David Bowie
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Getting emotional about things is a peacetime luxury. In wartime, it's much too painful.
quote by Edmund H. North
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Indiscriminate attacks on civilians ought, under all circumstances, to be illegal in war as in peacetime.
quote by Gijs de Vries
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I've said many a time that I think the Un-American Activities Committee in the House of Representatives was the most un-American thing in America!
quote by Harry S. Truman
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All the revision in the world will not save a bad first draft: for the architecture of the thing comes, or fails to come, in the first conception, and revision only affects the detail and ornament, alas!
quote by T.E. Lawrence
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We need American sources of resources, we need American energy, brought to you by American ingenuity and produced by American workers.
quote by Sarah Palin
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An American Soldier
Proud to be in the Army
A government Agent
Sent across the sea
This is an American Soldier
Dressed in a uniform
To show his allegiance
And weather the storm
This is an American Soldier
Sworn to protect you and I
Defender of freedom
and willing to die
This is an American Soldier
Given a secret mission
He completes his orders
Through strong ambition
This is an American Soldier
In foreign lands he attends
To the fallen soldiers
Whose wounds need to mend
This is an American Soldier
Upon his return he cries
Becoming a hero
He says his goodbyes
This is an American Soldier
Gratified our nation stands
With heads held high we aim
To honor this man
This is an American Soldier
A soldier is what you see
More than a warrior
He is part of me
This is an American Soldier
…This is my brother
An American Soldier
© 2009 Tracey Marquart
poem by Tracey Marquart
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