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To: Grainne who wrote (91666)	12/17/2004 9:12:10 PM
From: epicure	Respond to of 108807

thanks for posting that some amazing imagery in that poem- no matter how you feel about current events

To: Grainne who wrote (91666)	12/17/2004 9:16:52 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

This is one of my favorite poems about war- my other favorite is The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner- I'll post that to you as well. There is a wonderful movie that mentions Owen, called "Behind the Lines". It's a wonderful little movie, about the horror of war, and the men who go to war despite the horror. Wilfred Owen Dulce Et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Here's a link to the movie- I know you would find it worth watching: oz.net

To: Grainne who wrote (91666)	12/18/2004 12:02:11 AM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

You know, I was surprised at how much poetry has been written and put on the web specifically about the war in Iraq. Here's another one, and there is a note at the bottom about how poets are protesting the war. Choices Would you rather have health insurance you can actually afford, or occupy Iraq? Would you rather have enough inspectors to keep your kids from getting poisoned by bad hamburgers, or occupy Iraq? Would you rather breathe clean air and drink water free from pesticides and upriver shit, or occupy Iraq? We're the family in debt whose kids need shoes and to go to the dentist but we spend our cash on crack: an explosion in our heads or many on the TV, where's the bigger thrill? It's money blowing up in those weird green lights, money for safety, money for schools and headstart. Oh, we love fetuses now, we even dote on embryos the size of needle tips; but people, who needs them? Collateral damage. Babies, kids, goats and tabby cats, old women's sewing old men praying, they'll become smoke and blow away like sandstorms of the precious desert covering treasure. Let's go conquer more oil and dirty the air and choke our lungs till our insides look like stinky residue in an old dumpster. More dead people is obviously what we need, some of theirs, some of ours. After they're dead a while, strip them and it's hard to tell the difference. -Marge Piercy Copyright 2003, Middlemarsh, Inc. A Note About the Poem: In January, 2003, First Lady Laura Bush invited Marge Piercy, along with many of the nation's best known poets, to attend a poetry event at the White House. In response to President Bush's then-pending invasion of Iraq, a number of those poets protested and were joined by others throughout the nation, who wrote poems in response to the upcoming war. There were 13,000 poems submitted, many offered for viewing on the website of Poets Against the War, and a small selection, including Marge Piercy's 'CHOICES,' above, anthologized in print. To find out more about the anthology, visit: Poets Against the War Anthology Thunder's Mouth Press / Nation Books (April, 2003) ISBN 1560255390 / 200 pp. archer-books.com