oops….. day late

so:

i missed 9/11 (the11th of september) anniversary

the date of one of history’s worst terrorist attrocities

the murder of comrade el presidente salvadore allende

and a military coup arranged, financed and supported by the amerikan government resulting in a fascist dictatorship that inflicted years of pain on the chilean people slaughtering 10s of thousands of ordinary working men women and even young children

my anger burns bright…. but the irish laureate says it so much better than i

Anything Can Happen

by Seamus Heaney

Anything can happen. You know how Jupiter
Will mostly wait for clouds to gather head
Before he hurls the lightning? Well, just now
He galloped his thunder cart and his horses

Across a clear blue sky. It shook the earth
And the clogged underearth, the River Styx,
The winding streams, the Atlantic shore itself.
Anything can happen, the tallest towers

Be overturned, those in high places daunted,
Those overlooked regarded. Stropped-beak Fortune
Swoops, making the air gasp, tearing the crest off one,
Setting it down bleeding on the next.

Ground gives. The heavens weight
Lifts up off Atlas like a kettle-lid.
Capstones shift, nothing resettles right.
Telluric ash and fire-spores boil away.

hey: what goes around comes a round….. fuckwits

and it’s the end of the world as we know it……. venceremos – no pasaran!

dimitri

I agree that the CIA’s involvement in Latin America, including in this instance, has generally been a despicable, shameful occurrence that is far too unpublicized, and for which we should be apologizing left and right. That said, not for political reasons, just for the sake of those who died in those towers, I object to the “what goes around comes around” statement. Civilians dying isn’t any (c)

more righteous because they happened to be American–or any other nation, really. That’s the heart of jingoistic nationalism, in a way; the belief that it’s ok for civilians to die because of their national affiliation. It’s a heart that needs to be removed, and promptly.

blytherspirit

January 30, 2014

The highlight of my trip to Chile a few years ago was visiting Pablo Nerudas’ homes, specially the one in Isla Negra where I laid some shells on his grave. He collected them, and his first collection was donated to the university of Chile. He missed it so much he promptly started another. Victor Jara, Allende and Neruda. All interwoven, all standing up against injustice.