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Post by Mitch on Aug 27, 2004 9:05:28 GMT
To Michele -
somewhere on this web forum is something you put which I meant to reply to but now can't find as it's grown - so I've stuck it here. I read this last night and it stired me - thought it might stir you too
"We build autonomy The process of ever growing synthesis For every living creature. We spread Spontaneity and creation We learn the joys of equality Of relationships Without dominance Among sisters. We destroy domination In all its forms."
(from the newspaper 'It Aint Me Babe6' - whose slogan was 'end all hierarchies".
PS. liked Becki's bit in the intro section on saying hello to members and just going off to school. Long live us Fruits hey xx
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Post by michele cryer on Aug 27, 2004 9:17:48 GMT
Thank you Mitch, that's great...sorry I don't have any great words of wisdom to reveal...too busy trying to get this board to let me post my community group messages again!!!!!
Michele
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Post by Mitch on Sept 1, 2004 13:08:53 GMT
.......a Fur Person is a cat who has come to love one or, in very exceptional cases, two human beings, and who has decided to stay with them as long as he lives. This can only happen if the human being has imagined part of himself into a cat ... just as the cat has imagined part of himself into a human being. It is a mutual exchange". (May Sarton, writer) ...I breast fed all my cats you know. (CatMad) "Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them". (Jim Davis, Cartoonist) ...... do you think that's why Rosa Luxumberg liked cats?? (CatMad) "There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats". (Albert Schweitzer, French philosopher) ".......all my four furs have told me they hate Sir Cliff Richard". (Cat Mad)
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Post by michele cryer on Sept 1, 2004 21:37:05 GMT
Awww...Mitch...cats!!! my favourite subject... Wonderfully funny quotes...thank you Michele
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Post by Mitch on Sept 14, 2004 14:33:29 GMT
999 NO WAY by Ben Lee Almond, Burnley Poet
"Copper, copper go away Don't you dare look at me that way? You're scaring me in my head Are you really wishing me dead? Am I an excrement under your skin? Am I to be tossed into your bin (police cell?) Are you gonna spray me again If I don't speak out this time then My kids may be next in line Because we all know police do commit crimes But we don't speak out for fear of losing Government backing corruption is oozing Police never put a finger wrong Chris on camera the years are long Now public's seen it can't be denied Christopher himself testified Janet's a warrior an English Queen If it wasn't for her no public would have seen She pushed it and pushed real hard Now police should get a red card In time Chrissy did etch Police should get a long stretch To ponder over a fact of will Nobody helped him when he was ill The rest of the evidence buried real quick Now your walls down brick by brick We can see in to Christopher's death How badly treated and his last breath But what bothers me more what's so inhumane The powers above treat it like a game The government Blair, Blunkett and all Christopher outshines you, the writings on the camera.
RIP"
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Post by michele cryer on Sept 14, 2004 18:01:46 GMT
Aaawww Mitch,
What a wonderful poem Ben has written...please introduce us to more of his, inspired, work!!
michele
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Post by Mitch on Sept 16, 2004 10:59:04 GMT
Helllooooooo sisters, here's a treat 'Outer Hebrides' by Sheila Rowbotham "Loving and hurting have become for us inextricable, like the unspoken words we persistently share until I can no longer settle in my own space without the pang of your desire. There is so much of me in you nestling, easy, playing, caressing, A slow deep passion with belongings. Now you are strangely vulnerable No longer proudly covered You have willed yourself beyond the western extremities of our island I've watched your face over months drawn in the effort of curing The commitment tight A mask melting in the shambling, trembling release timed between bleeps, to set again cut by the black rage against exhaustion pressing me into isolation. Part of me had crept quietly away Before my desertion."
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Post by michele cryer on Sept 16, 2004 17:08:38 GMT
Very interesting Mitch...thank you.
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