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Loose Leaf Notes » Blog Archive » The Sun Goes Down on Café del Sol — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 18:44:13 +0000

[...] and as a celebration for a new local literary publication. How about the night all the poets got free T-shirts, the time we wore green and spoke in Irish accents, stood on chairs, did it in ruby red [...]

By: Sharry

Sharry — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 22:53:02 +0000

Just out bloghopping this evening. I love to land in your neightborhood. There is always something worth seeing or reading. Powerful poem. I also read your entry about Jim and Thanksgiving from 2005. It is such a gift when we find some meaningful ways, like your writing and the t-shirt give away, to remember loved ones who have died.
Blessings,
Sharry

By: Seamus

Seamus — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 22:29:13 +0000

Wonderful that his memory will live on like this!

By: Shephard

Shephard — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 20:40:10 +0000

“…imposing his nightmare upon the world.”
Indeed.
Michele says Happy Thanksgiving! And so do I!
~S

By: BreadBox

BreadBox — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 20:35:34 +0000

Thanks for the poem, Colleen — unfortunately, I think that you need a brain and a conscience to dream: and Rove has gone, and it’s not clear that Bush ever had a conscience, so we may be out of luck….
N.
P.S. Michele sent me tonight,
N.

By: Beth

Beth — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:58:48 +0000

A wonderful and thought-provoking poem, Colleen.
What a great idea–to share Elliot’s t-shirts with his friends and fellow poets! I expect he would be pleased.

By: colleen

colleen — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:02:11 +0000

Bonnie, That was chilling. Thanks for introducing me to yet another great blog that you author. I wrote:
I’m always proud of anyone and everyone who has stood up to call Bush on his phony war. Too bad the killing isn’t also phony.
My bumper sticker says: When Jesus said love your enemy, he probably meant don’t kill them.
Hi Leah, Elliot was certainly a mixed bag. Like I said, part Scrooge, part flower child poet. But real people. I like real people.

By: Leigh in Atlanta

Leigh in Atlanta — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 15:15:49 +0000

I wish I had known Elliot, I only met him once or twice but he was a magnificent person.
I was there to help at his house after he passed on. It was outside of his house that I saw the milky way for the first time.

By: Bonnie Jacobs

Bonnie Jacobs — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 14:46:50 +0000

Maybe Bush's people have only seen the protestors at the end of a gunbarrel. I held signs protesting the war when Bush came to Chattanooga earlier this year ... which I reported here: http://continuingthequest.blogspot.com/2007/02/pantywaist-protestors.html I didn't write about the gun pointing out the car window toward me (and others) because it chilled my soul so much that I wanted to process it. That was months ago, and I haven't written about it until now. The man holding the black rifle (an AK-47, maybe?) was in the car behind President Bush. As they slowed to turn in towards the Convention Center where Bush was to speak, I could see right down the barrel of that powerful weapon ... and my heart caught in my throat. I wondered at the time why the man didn't have it pointed downward at least a little bit. And I just now had an involuntary shiver run through me, just writing about that day. I am an ordinary citizen of the United States. I am an older woman (almost 67 at that time) who was standing apart from others on the sidewalk, as instructed by Chattanooga police. There were children in some of the clumps of people. I had two signs being held up, one in each hand, so I couldn't have been seen as a danger to the President or his entourage. What if the driver had hit a pot hole? I don't think there were any, but what if? I had the very distinct feeling that I had looked at death that day, and it was certainly a moment I will remember if ... WHEN ... I protest again.

By: colleen

colleen — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:18:17 +0000

I always get irritated when I hear the press say “Americans have started to turn against the war” when I know how many were against it from the start, marched before it began and knew then that it was a phony premise that would open a Pandora’s box. I went to two marches (my first time participating in a protest), one in October and another in January. Probably half a million marchers were there.
Feel free to post the poem, Naomi.
P.S. Elliot was adamantly opposed to the invasion as well, and said so with a mic in his hand.

By: OldOldLady Of The Hills

OldOldLady Of The Hills — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 10:39:13 +0000

What a GREAT GREAT Poem, Colleen. I wish you would post this on this blog…! I’d love to post it on MY Blog, with your permission….It Is POWERFUL, and just as relevent today—I’m sorry to say. Maybe there should be a POST COLEEN’S POETRY DAY when all of us Post this Poem on our blogs….!
Your friend had a most interesting collection of T-Shirts….and how lovely that many people now have one to remember him by…!

By: Tabor

Tabor — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 09:20:49 +0000

You folks do such cool and wonderful stuff. Wish I had a second home there.

By: June

June — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:17:54 +0000

I had meant to tell you that night that I really liked the Bush poem, but got sidetracked. As usual, good recount of the evening. Thanks for the memories…

By: kenju

kenju — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 23:55:28 +0000

I love the Bush poem, Colleen. I hope someone on his staff finds it and reads it to him!