Sunday morning, Letter from NY

I read Nyck’s most recent Letter from New York and this followed as I wrote to congratulate him for this most articulate summary of the events in Iraq and the empire that is thrusting itself into this country.

A sunny, warm Sunday morning out in the garden, the city murmuring, showers running from nearby houses, reverberating against concrete, bricks and blue-stone, peppered with bird-song in this sanctuary we call home, flanked by traffic 2-3 blocks away in every direction, the thoughts of a million dead minds live again in the word, keeping alive the flame of wisdom no matter how dark the grim night falls, the toil of those that keep the word in light, that gather the disparate voices into collective expression reaps reward in every moment the ‘word’ is catapulted into meaning…

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