R.M. ENGELHARDT
Poet Writer Author Albany NY
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Till this very moment, by being the one who shall not fall nor rise, I have stood my ground in the kingdom of desire. No matter how bright the sun is, I seek no shadow. No matter how dark the moon is, I seek no fire. I hold my breath in a place where all should be received with gratitude as nothing is granted. I now live, for should a single leaf of mine fall or rise, I shall be no more.
~ unknown
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When you find the courage to take off the mask, you get a little more of your personal power back. Creativity helps you find that freedom.
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.
You trade in your reality for a role.
You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange,
put on a mask.
– Jim MorrisonShare this:
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These Poems …
We love these poems by Precious Okoyomon.
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We love Bianca Stone, Jon-Michael Frank , and Sommer Browning talking about poetry comics.
We love these poems by Rebecca Zweig.
We think this explains almost everything.
We love this poem by the Choir’s own Amie Zimmerman.
We love this essay by Caleb Scharf.
We love listening to Tony Conrad speak.
We love reading about the hum.
We love these poems by Stu Watson.
We love you.
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Irish in the American Civil War
Part 1 of this series examined the mugshots of ten American Civil War veterans, arrested in Ireland in 1866 for their involvement with the Fenian movement. This post looks at a further ten of these men whose photographs were taken in Mountjoy Prison that year. They form a part of the series of Fenian mugshots made available online by the New York Public Library.
References
Kane, Michael H. 2002. ‘American Soldiers in Ireland, 1865-67′ in The Irish Sword: The Journal of the Military History Society of Ireland, Vol. 23, No. 91, pp. 103-140
Mountjoy Prison Portaits of Irish Independence: Photograph Albums in Thomas A. Larcom Collection
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But why preach to these billions of sleepwalkers, walking toward chaos in equal step, under the guidance of their spiritual seducers and under the baton of their masters? They are guilty because they are innumerable, the masses of the damned must die in order for a human restoration to be possible…What do we care about the nothingness of these slaves? No one can save them, neither themselves nor the evidence, all are inclined to rush into the darkness, they were generated by random couplings, and were born the same as bricks coming out of their mould and forming here into parallel rows whose piles rise to the clouds. Are they men? No. Mass destruction is never composed of men.”
~ Albert Caraco
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‘There’s alchemy in those words, and when it starts sparking in your brain it is magical.’
via David Tennant Resuscitates Shakespeare in Brooklyn — Observer
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All Life is sacred.
