lessons I learned.

Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, “Why have you done this to me?” And the snake answered, “Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake.” – Warren Red Cloud, from Natural Born Killers


A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
– James Joyce


my eyes have seen the tan sand
between marshgrass green blades

and hallelujah singin’ white men
where black bodies lay

overhead flew stars and bars
red and blue they waved

in dixie land where I was born in
bodies molderin’ in the grave

they died for a land that broke their heart
I have seen Him look away

from blue black skins and broken flesh
and no more days to sing God’s praise

their souls go on a’marchin’
one frosty morning on the wave

the inspirations for this poem can be found here:

glory | dixie | john brown’s body | battle hymn of the republic | amazing grace | 54th Mass. Infantry

The British Bulldog

“Winston Churchill was once at the urinals in the House of Commons when the Labour prime minister, Clement Attlee, walked in. Churchill turned his back on him. ‘Feeling stand-offish, today, Winston?’ asked Attlee. ‘No,’ replied Churchill, ‘scared. Every time you see something big you want to nationalize it.'” – The Economist, 12/20/97