Meet the Sons of Caliber

I love these guys.

So Hip

Well, as much as I love it here...this kind of news makes going home to Minnesota not so bad.

Go, read. Go, go, go.

Can I just say...

...my self-worth levels have gone up so much since coming to Northern Ireland.

I'm constantly referred to as "small" here. Whereas at home I always feel like an amorphous blob. So, that's a plus. I hope I can keep it up when I return to the States, where 20 year olds the size of 12 year olds are considered "healthy," and if you're not tall then you're not much of anything.

And yeah, so I might be seen as vain for taking this as a positive and wearing it proudly. Whatever. It sure does beat how I felt a few months ago back at Crown. And it feels so good.

For the minute, that's all I have to say on that.

"The Morning That Death Was Killed"

I woke in a place that was dark

The air was spicy and still

I was bandaged from head to foot

The morning that death was killed.

I rose from a mattress of stone

I folded my clothes on the sill

I heard the door rolling open

The morning that death was killed.

I walked alone in the garden

The birds in the branches trilled

It felt like a new beginning

The morning that death was killed.

Mary, she came there to find me

Peter with wonder was filled

And John came running and jumping

The morning that death was killed.

My friends were lost in amazement

My father, I knew, was thrilled

Things were never the same again

After the morning that death was killed.

-Steve Turner

my father moved through dooms of love

(Written by ee cummings.)

my father moved through dooms of love

through sames of am through haves of give,

singing each morning out of each night

my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where

turned at his glance to shining here;

that if(so timid air is firm)

under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which

floats the first who,his april touch

drove sleeping selves to swarm heir fates

woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep

my father's fingers brought her sleep:

vainly no smallest voice might cry

for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea

my father moved through griefs of joy;

praising a forehead he called the moon

singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure

a heart of star by him could steer

and pure so now and now so yes

the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer's keen beyond

conceiving mind of sun will stand,

so strictly(over utmost him

so hugely)stood my father's dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:

no hungry man but wished him food;

no cripple wouldn't creep one mile

uphill to only see him smile.

scorning the pomp of must and shall

my father moved through dooms of feel;

his anger was as right as rain

his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend

less humbly wealth to foe and friend

than he to foolish and to wise

offered immeasurable is

proudly and(by octobering flame

beckoned)as earth will downward climb,

so naked for immortal work

his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:

no liar looked him in the head;

if every friend became his foe

he'd laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we

singing each new leaf out of each tree

(and every child was sure that spring

danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,

let blood and flesh be mud and mire,

scheming imagine,passion willed

freedom a drug that's bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel to kind

a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,

to differ a disease of same,

conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,

bitter all utterly things sweet,

maggoty minus and dumb death

all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth

--i say though hate were why man breathe--

because my Father lived his soul

love is the whole and more than all

I found this poem today through my favorite time-waster, and I just wanted to share it.