911

i have always meant to better articulate my thoughts on this strange event in american history, and though im not going to do so now, i just wanted to post a little reminder to myself.

i still remember so clearly jack waking me up that morning, “you’re  not going to believe this”

sitting on the couch at the top of hte stair landing, watching it all in awe on a fifteen inch television, with my little brother and my useless boyfriend. when the second plane hit.

“and every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed”

i was heartbroken, but amazed. i hurt for the people, the real people whos lives were falling apart. but even as my heart hurt, thinking so clearly ‘we’ve been asking for it, we deserve this.’ jack and i talking aobut two year olds, with no other tools available, throwing a tantrum at your knees, destroying what littel they can reach. it’s ineffective, but the best they can do. that is what this was.

“on the day that america
fell to it’s knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please”

listening to NPR while sitting in my combine all night. not caring about my job or my supervisor, but stopping my machine dead in its tracks so i could hear every time someone came on to speak.

crying while stopped in the middle of a pitch black field at hearing bush speak, and knowing then he was declaring open season for war on the whole of hte middle east, crying for the life lost now and the life that would be lost on all sides

“in some prep school punk’s plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air   “

~ by velvetmonkeywrench on 22 June, 2006.