— Pablo Neruda
icarus never dreamt of flying
persephone didn’t ask for a crown
daphne hardly wanted the love of a god
the myths are varied, true and false,
full of gods and monsters, fate and luck
but they are stories of more than magic
more than immortality and divinity
they are stories of people like you and me
people who didn’t pray for heroism
or for a throne high above on olympus
myths are stories of humans
who loved and lost like us
who fell from great heights
to even greater depths
the gods would never dare to tell
the secret of their myths:
but the truth is, the highest
form of divinity
It’s still true. (And I said a lot of other sensible things in the essay it links to.)
Keith Haring, Moses and the Burning Bush (1985) / Vampire Weekend, Ya Hey (2013)
—Unknown (via zeichii)
Do you know children in Palestine fly kites to prove that they are still free?
Can you imagine how that string must feel between their fingers
as they kneel in the cinders of our missile heads
I wonder what the dead in warsaw would say about the taxes we pay without thought
of funding another holocaust.
The bough is breaking.
The cradle is falling.
Right now a six-year old girl is crutched in a ditch in Lebanon
wishing on falling bombs.
Right now our government is recording the test scores of black and Latino 4th graders
to see how many prison beds will be needed in the year 2015.
Right now there’s a man on the street outside that door
with outstretched hands full of heart beats no one can hear.
He has cheeks like torn sheet music,
Every tear a broken crescendo falling on deaf ears.
At his side there’s a girl with eyes like an anthem
that no one stands up for.
Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there.
It’s that we ignore the ones who are.
Till we find ourselves scarred and ashamed
walking into emergency rooms at two a.m.
flooded with a pain we cannot name or explain
because we are bleeding from the outside in.
Skin is not impervious.
Cultures built on greed and war do not pick and choose who they kill.
We all fill the graves.