It's in there, and I bet you can bring it to the page.

I thought it already was there on the page; implicit is so cool, because the reader goes back, and looks, and wonders: whoa, is that what I'm seeing, or am I reading it in myself?

Best kind of projection.

It's in there, and I bet you can bring it to the page.

I thought it already was there on the page; implicit is so cool, because the reader goes back, and looks, and wonders: whoa, is that what I'm seeing, or am I reading it in myself?

What I meant. This is why she's the professional writer, yo.

Thanks, Deb.

Ginger, that one was disturbing.

Ginger, that one was disturbing.

I was just thinking that about yours. Bells have turned out to be a good topic.

I love this thread. I learn so much from this thread, even when I'm totally not involved in the conversation.

ancizar

I don't believe in martyrs. In the end, we all die useless. Why should I dry my eyes, dry my eyes, over and over again?

Ancizar Giraldo was a farmer. They tell me he died. I don't know which side killed him. But I know it was me.

I live in the comfort developed by aggression. I eat the fruits of our oppression. I create the environment that fosters addiction. Diamonds for Africa, cocaine for Columbia, oil for Iraq. I know it was me.

Ring the church bells, carry his body over the river. I won't remember. I won't forget.

Liese, you just killed me.

I'd been listening to "Sympathy for the Devil" in the car coming home, and was actually singing under myt breath when I read your piece:

"I shouted out, who killed the Kennedys? When after all, it was you and me..."

Oh my, Liese. Poking at prickly places.

That's amazing, Liese.

Well, you know, I'm feeling rather prickly. Prickly with rage, I suppose.

And thanks.