Posts Tagged ‘ honesty ’

Savannah Guthrie shines as moderator at the Trump town hall – Vox

Savannah Guthrie offered the audience real-time fact-checking during a town hall with President Trump.Evan Vucci/AP

“I just told you”: Savannah Guthrie showed how to interrogate President Trump.

Source: Savannah Guthrie shines as moderator at the Trump town hall – Vox

Film Review: “The Better Angels”

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Braydon Denney in “The Better Angels,” by A. J. Edwards. Credit Amplify

“The Better Angels” Film Review

We Lie About Love – The Los Angeles Review of Books

Clancy Martin

We Lie About Love – The Los Angeles Review of Books.

A Longhouse Birdhouse: XUE DI ~

ECHO LAKE


    Grant me a favor. Give me to understand your mysterious lake.
    Let my white feathers, like eyes shedding expressions, float in your tranquility. The banked rushes,
row after row, are bent like ideograms. The long cries of geese drown out a secret. Tell me, isn’t
that secret as chimerical as the sun-chiseled mountains? As enduring?
I beg you to grant me a favor.

   Crossing the fields, I walk right into you, my worn feet tramping over your secret as if it were dew
in the grass.
When I enter the lake, its tinted water swallows my skin inch by inch, and a strange and distant
memory comes back to me: my mother massaging my entire body. But her hands now lie at the
bottom of the lake. Motionless there. I walk into you as the sound of music, my most sacred
coronation, your tinted water swallowing my skin inch by inch. I’m in such a tranquil , such a lovely
dreamland, that even when I knock against the sickliest body, I am unable to wake with a start, I stay
asleep in the catapult.
My lips will never recount anything. The world will not pour in or out of them. They sink into the
water and kiss the fish in the weeds. Like time, they take on a cold and lasting silence.
Mysterious lake, let me enter you naked. Let my feeble song fall into your grasses like a length of
yellow ribbon. After you grant me this favor, I will enter the mystery. Break away. All the
misunderstood, let me distance myself from them. Distance, what a pretty hoax. I have lived a brief 
time and in a frenzy.  I loved poetry with my life. Was that not enough?

 

“In China, to be a poet is dangerous.
To be a poet means to be honest,
tell people your true feelings.
When the political situation is rough,
writers will be the first group to be oppressed.”

                   – Xue Di

 

A Longhouse Birdhouse: XUE DI ~.

Apologies to poet and poem for being unable to reproduce the authentic lineation due to WordPress text layout limitations. – Donna Fleischer