urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetas And other stupid latin phrases. Sort of like Pietas. 2005-03-23T02:48:38Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetas:6874 2005-03-23T02:48:38Z 2005-03-23T02:48:38Z Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine <b>Saigo</b><br /><br />Times have changed; seppuku has not.<br />(I wouldn't know, I wasn't there <br />for the final battle. Then: it's all historiographical<br />from thereon out. People died and rebellions, too;<br />that force met this force when the sun was here<br />on that date, a collection of fortune and facts, but<br />somewhere between blood, the blade, the push,<br />the man who swore to acquit himself of politics,<br />the failure, the right time, the wrong time,<br />the oversights, the geographical separations,<br />the lingering sentiments of status,<br />the two prior rebellions, the last rebellion --<br />the man who swore to acquit himself of politics,<br />somewhere between blood, the blade, the push;<br />I imagine, kneeling in the grass, a little cranky,<br />a little sad, too, kneeling nostalgically in the grass,<br />and then the blood, the blade, the push,<br />a rush of blood to the ears -- I wouldn't know;<br />personally, even generally -- but the faint hum,<br />looking upward, where the sky is, swearing<br />to acquit himself at last of politics. It can't be helped.)<br />One can't sleep on a powder keg indefinitely.<br />(Eventually, arteries, dreams, revolutionaries<br />come down to the manipulations of the moment;<br />arteries, dreams, revolutionaries, powder kegs,<br />all things burst.) urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetas:3042 2004-10-04T18:57:42Z 2004-10-04T18:57:42Z <b>From the Prow of the Argos</b><br /><br />Across the great glittering sea I watched you<br />cutting to pieces the body of your brother --<br />barely blushed with manhood, young and soft<br />as a child, with only the sun on his cheeks --<br />and, throwing the fingers over to the water<br />and to the fish and to your father close behind --<br />why was it I felt no great shudder then<br />beyond the lurch of the waves against the boat,<br />no dread tremble in my belly, knowing as I knew<br />what it was you could do with your two red hands?<br /><br />Oh, it's the fate of men: to see no shores beyond the one<br />to which they are at the one moment rowing!