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on Ballad Of Birmingham by Dudley Randall, on April 27
Very Sad!
I once portrayed a young girl in a monologue called "Black Sunday" which depicted a young girl who witnessed;
" the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails"
The fact that in those times, the church was not a safe haven is horrifying. I am sure no parent would ever consider sending their child into unsafe places. The Church and many lives were defiled on that day. I was only nine when this horrible event took place. I can remember my Mom making us watch as the news broke in on all local stations. This indeed was a sad day in the fight for civil rights.
I am not surprised that Dudley Randall painted an exact portrait with a gentle pen. Excellent work!
Renee
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on When I Have Passed Away by Claude McKay, on March 3The somberness of these words makes me feel that we must all live to the fullest, and strike chords in hearts so that our written notions last forever. This is simply beautifully written, and quite the lyrical poem. Even in benevolence, there is joy. I suspect all those who write poetry, somehow hope that their words last throughout the ages. I love the work of Claude McKay!
Renee
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on The Great Pain of Things That Will Happen by Carlos Drummond de Andrade, on December 23, 2008This man knows...he knew...
The path that is soujourned through his words is one of such desire that we sometimes meet in shadows once it disciminates, whether through discord or death. No doubt the flame was eternal.
He is raw and real! Beautiful!
Renee
Hello...
My name is Renee, I am an addict in recovery and I am grateful.I know these words, lived them, yes, pills were members of my habitual family. Anne writes this poem in true to life form. It is raw, and real. Haunting! I can remember long before rehab and recovery, finding some speed in my robe pocket, adding alcohol to swallow it down. God! I am glad I have been drug free for thirteen yeas now but all any of us have is today. The harsh reality of this poem strikes my heart! Excellent depiction of Addiction and all its demons. A death wish is truly what it is and she spells that out well. My oh my! I hate to think on it.
Renee