WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Georgia, Georgia…
byVanderleunonOctober 8, 2020
Working, Shopping And Waiting for Martians In Bainbridge, Georgia from 1961-1981 – Paul Kwilecki (1928-2009) shows us life in Bainbridge, Decatur County, Georgia from 1961-1981. People are working in tobacco fields, shops, and factories. waiting. He shows us supermarket shoppers waiting in line, store owners waiting for customers, people waiting for buses at the Trailways station, families and spectators waiting for verdicts at the Decatur County Courthouse, and Mrs. Tomlinson in the house of tomatoes waiting for the Martian invasion.
My grandparents lived in Bainbridge. Kwilecki was considered an odd bird by most people: “Who would sell the family hardware store to go around taking pictures of that stuff?” We usually need some distance to be able to see the value of things. I suspect that in 20(?) years this collection will be seen as a time capsule from a world long gone.
Melodies bring memories that linger in my heart;
Make me think of Georgia,
Why did we ever part?
Some sweet day when blossoms fall, and all the world’s a song,
I’ll go back to Georgia,
‘Cause that’s where I belong….
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
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Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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My grandparents lived in Bainbridge. Kwilecki was considered an odd bird by most people: “Who would sell the family hardware store to go around taking pictures of that stuff?” We usually need some distance to be able to see the value of things. I suspect that in 20(?) years this collection will be seen as a time capsule from a world long gone.
More: https://repository.duke.edu/dc/kwilecki?f%5Bcommon_model_name_ssi%5D%5B%5D=Item
Melodies bring memories that linger in my heart;
Make me think of Georgia,
Why did we ever part?
Some sweet day when blossoms fall, and all the world’s a song,
I’ll go back to Georgia,
‘Cause that’s where I belong….