BILL FAY - BE NOT SO FEARFUL

from the end of Edward Bond, The Worlds

…[I]f you know what sort of world you're in you have to change it.


Well what world is it? The poor are starving. The rich are getting ready to blow it up. Terrorists threaten with guns? We do it with bombs. One well-heeled American with his finger on the button. That's sick. And there's worse than that. The ignorance we live in. We don't understand what we are or what we do. That's more dangerous than bombs. We're all terrorists. Everyone of us. We live by terror. Not even to make a new world: just to keep one that's already dead. In the end we'll pay for that as much as the lot whore starvin now.


– Edward Bond, The Worlds

SAFTU - This Is What We Stand For | The Bullet No. 1401

SAFTU - This Is What We Stand For | The Bullet No. 1401

letter to Jefferson on the Indians and forests....

The inhabitants of your country districts regard—wrongfully, it is true— Indians and forests as natural enemies which must be exterminated by fire and sword and brandy, in order that they may seize their territory. They regard themselves, themselves and their posterity, as collateral heirs to all the magnificent portion of land which God has created from Cumberland and Ohio to the Pacific Ocean.

—Pierre Samuel Du Pont de Nemours letter to Thomas Jefferson,

December 17, 1801

The Wild Swans - Bringing Home The Ashes (1988)

Tobin Sprout

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Jenny Erpenbeck, from The End of Days

when she's asleep he likes to sit down beside her bed and make one further attempt to get to the bottom of what has seemed to him the greatest riddle in all the history of mankind: how processes, circumstances, or events of a general nature – such as war, famine, or even a civil servant's salary that fails to increase along with the galloping inflation – can infiltrate a private face. Here they turn a few hairs gray, there devour a pair of lovely cheeks until the skin is stretched taut across singular jawbones; the secession of Hungary, say, might result in a pair of lips bitten raw in the case of one particular woman, perhaps even his own wife. In other words, there is a constant translation between far outside and deep within, it's just that a different vocabulary exists for each of us, which no doubt explains why it's never been noticed that this is a language in the first place – and in fact, the only language valid across the world and for all time.

-- Jenny Erpenbeck, The End of Days (2012), trans. Susan Bernofsky, 2014, p. 73.