street photography based in Buffalo, New York by Rachele Schneekloth
Bugs in a Bowl
Han-Shan, that great and crazy, wonder-filled
Chinese poet of a thousand years ago, said:
We’re just like bugs in a bowl.
All day going around
Never leaving their bowl.
I say, that’s right! Every day
climbing up the steep sides,
sliding back. Over and over again.
Around and back down.
Up and around.
Sit in the bottom of the bowl,
head in your hands, cry, moan,
feel sorry for yourself.
Or.
Look around.
See your fellow bugs.
Walk around. Say,
Hey, how you doin’?
Say, Nice bowl!
By David Budbill
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Nothing can be said except: Free Palestine. The crimes that our world is committing, our country, in order to keep killing every man, woman, and child in Palestine are blatant, egregious, disgusting and beyond any semblance of actual humanity; so brutal, so terrifying, there are no words to describe the hell that we have created for 2 million people. This is not the crime of the century; this is the crime of the modern world. There can be no one who actually believes that shooting children in the head, in the knees, in the neck, is acceptable; no one who feels comfortable with the ambush and execution of 15 medics, the abduction and torture of doctors, the beheading and incinerating of journalists, the destruction of every school, every university, every hospital, every farm, school, road, ambulance, clinic, apartment building, solar panel, water pump, aid distribution site, news room, arts studio, orphanage, fishing boat, there must be no one on this planet who is accepting of this. We have lost our way, as a species, if this is happening daily for 555 days and instead of making an immediate end to this carnage, we support and fund this carnage, we make lies that it is necessary/self defense/unfortunate/collateral damage/human shields/not actually happening/unimportant/invisible. Then the people who stand up and say stop killing innocent people, you are killing or injuring 100 children a day, each child is a treasure… we arrest and deport those people, and we send $10 million dollars a day to fund the atrocities and the burying and burning and maiming of real people. We are on the wrong side, we are on the wrong side. We are supporting the murderers, the colonizers, the racist murderers, the gangs, the terrorists, the cruelty. That’s what WE are PAYING FOR. I pray that we will wake up. We WILL wake up.
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