Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft
A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,
Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,
A jest falls from the speechless caravan.
- - - Hart Crane,To Brooklyn Bridge
[A Photographer captures suicide as couple jump off 40 meter high bridge ]
Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 6, 2016 1:46 PMParaphrasing,
"You took your lives, as lovers often do.
But I could've told you, lovers,
This world was never meant for
those as beautiful as you."
heart/tip Don McLean
Sad world...mad world. Still keeps spinning,without you. Very nice juxstaposition of Crane poem and Chinese news story;beautiful poem,brings to mind what we used to build,and be.
Posted by: Nori at November 6, 2016 6:59 PMHillary, Nov. 9, 2016?
Too soon?
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Heh...good one,Jim. We can dream,eh?
Posted by: Nori at November 7, 2016 2:17 PMWell, half the dream is now reality.
Now, if you will all please clear a spot at the railing for the Dowager Empress of Chippequa, so that she might become more permanently acquainted with the concept of "gravitas"?
Thank. You.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
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