Auguri Doctor King

[SPYCAM]

Oggi qui in america si festeggia Martin Luther King

3 Poemi per Lui :

"I, Too, Sing America" by Langston Hughes--

I, Too, Sing America

I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

Riot

A riot is the language of the unheard.

--Martin Luther King


John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe,
all whitebluerose below his golden hair,
wrapped richly in right linen and right wool,
almost forgot his Jaguar and Lake Bluff;
almost forgot Grandtully (which is The
Best Thing That Ever Happened To Scotch); almost
forgot the sculpture at the Richard Gray
and Distelheim; the kidney pie at Maxim's,
the Grenadine de Boeuf at Maison Henri.

Because the Negroes were coming down the street.

Because the Poor were sweaty and unpretty
(not like Two Dainty Negroes in Winnetka)
and they were coming toward him in rough ranks.
In seas. In windsweep. They were black and loud.
And not detainable. And not discreet.

Gross. Gross. "Que tu es grossier!" John Cabot
itched instantly beneath the nourished white
that told his story of glory to the World.
"Don't let It touch me! the blackness! Lord!" he whispered
to any handy angel in the sky.
But, in a thrilling announcement, on It drove
and breathed on him: and touched him. In that breath
the fume of pig foot, chitterling and cheap chili,
malign, mocked John. And, in terrific touch, old
averted doubt jerked forward decently,
cried, "Cabot! John! You are a desperate man,
and the desperate die expensively today."

John Cabot went down in the smoke and fire
and broken glass and blood, and he cried "Lord!
Forgive these nigguhs that know not what they do."


A Poem on the Assassination of Robert F. Kennedy

Trees are never felled . . . in summer . . . Not when the fruit . . .
is yet to be borne . . . Never before the promise . . . is fulfilled . . .
Not when their cooling shade . . . has yet to comfort . . .

Yet there are those . . . unheeding of nature . . . indifferent to
ecology . . . ignorant of need . . . who . . . with ax and sharpened
saw . . . would . . . in boots . . . step forth damaging . . .

Not the tree . . . for it falls . . . But those who would . . . in
summer's heat . . . or winter's cold . . . contemplate . . . the
beauty . . .

[benjamin_linus]

Meglio Malcom X.

[Burton Morris]

Grande MLK hefico:

[Garat]

L'espresso | Manhattan Transfer Blog Archive Anniversario di Martin Luther King di Andrea Visconti

In USA festeggiano i grandi statisti.

[Eric Draven]

mi unisco,a livello strettamente personale,alla commemorazione di MLK

[Monsieur]

Auguri Dottor King!

[Gilbert]

mi unisco,a livello strettamente personale,alla commemorazione di MLK

mi aggiungo!

Diversamente da Malcom X che era un violento tra l'altro, Martin Luther King fu una grande persona.

[zulux]

...mi associo al bellissimo ricordo di martin luther king... e ringrazio spycam della bella iniziativa...

[Buccia]

mi aggiungo anche io al ricordo di un grande uomo!

[*-RUDY-*]

mi associo pure io
ricordando che MLK era repubblicano....