When I am gone and hopefully forgotten, in which I will have achieved a minimal disturbance, perhaps this will speak for me, had I thought deeply enough and spoke up for those suffering injustices. Did I embrace the Love in my heart and the empathy in my soul over the fear and the anger which challenged my sense of right and wrong? Did I share my truth in the face of my own embarrassment and offer that truth with equanimity to those who I knew might not thank me for it.
In a testament to leaving nothing behind of lasting hurt perhaps a pang of grief and to be missed when someone wants to laugh at a fart. In the living years always makes me cry.
“I wasn’t there that morning When my Father passed away I didn’t get to tell him All the things I had to say# In The Living Years. Paul Carrick.
TO MAKE A DADAIST POEM
Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article of the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
USURY HELL´S FUEL MANS OPPRESSOR
BOURGOISE RESOLUTION AND
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