GOP Psalms

Going into an election year, one quote will not do! While the poem is an older one, and the names may have changed, it is certainly relevant.

“Individual rights are not subject to a public vote; a majority has no right to vote away the rights of a minority; the political function of rights is precisely to protect minorities from oppression by majorities (and the smallest minority on earth is the individual.”

– Ayn Rand

And last but far from least:

“Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph.”

– Haile Selassie

GOP Psalms

Bush is my Shepard

I shall know want

He maketh me lie down

On park benches

He polluteth pristine waters

He eulogizes family values

For re-election sake

Yea-

Though I walk through the valley

Of unemployment

And education cutbacks

I fear no evil

Clarence Thomas art with me

He shields me with sailors

They hooketh my tail

He leadeth me past still photos

For Helms sake

He anointeth desert sands

With blood

For mid-east oil

He enriches elitist coffers

Surely embezzlement and fraud

Shall follow him

All the days of his incumbency

And I shall dwell in the kitchen

Barefoot and pregnant forever

Bisous,

Léa

Mind’s eye

“The first casualty when war comes is truth.”

-Hiram Johnson

Mind’s eye

My father fought

A war

Years before

My birth

As I grew up

I watched him

Fight it

Again and again

His sinewy hands

Trembled

As he pried apart

Venetian blinds

Scouting the enemy invasion

Of our suburban neighborhood

Armed with a bottle of juice

A newspaper

Or any other munitions

At hand

He held his ground

Paralyzed

By his reality

 

Bisous,

– Léa

Parc Guëll – Barcelona Spain

Furniture by Gaudi

“The creation continues incessantly through the media of man.” Antonio Gaudi

Since my other blog is strictly about France, this gives me an opportunity to showcase some of the other places I’ve been. Besides, I have too many photos not to display somewhere. The most difficult part of this is deciding which from hundreds of pictures to include.

This popular park started out as a development project. Eusebi Guëll, Catalan industrialist, aquired a 42 acre plot north of Barcelona. His vision was to turn the area into a residential  village with English styled gardens.

In 1900 Guëll commissioned Antoni Gaudí with the development of the project. With the support from other architects including Josep M. Jujol and his disciple Francesc Berenguer, Gaudí worked on the garden village. By 1914 it had become clear that the project was a commercial failure and Guëll failed to sell even one single property. In 1918, the property was acquired by the city and became a public park.

Gaudi Museum
From 1906 and 1926, Gaudí lived in one of the two houses that were completed. The house, known as the Casa Museu Gaudí, was designed by Francesc Berenguer. Now a museum it displays some of Gaudí’s furniture which includes some from the Casa Batlló and drawings. The park also includes the Casa Trias, which is not open for visitors, and winding roads with paths supported by tree-like columns.

Gaudi Museum

Serpentine Bench or the Gran Placa: A  Circular flight of stairs leads to another famous feature of the park: the Gran Placa Circular. The plaza that was created here was conceived as a market place. The Serpentine Bench, which borders the plaza is the largest bench in the world. Its colorful ceramic tiles with more than 80 columns  snake and curl around the place. From the Gran Placa and the terraced gardens above, you are are granted a spectacular view of the Mediterranean.

Bisous,

Léa

Serpentine Bench and the Gran Placa

For the rest of her life

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,

the more joy you can contain.”

~ Khalil Gibran

For the rest of her life

*

The rich soil

A gaping wound

In anticipation

This greedy predator

Hungers for its prey

*

The tiny pine offering

A simple shroud

A sack of earth her pillow

Static voices – rat-a-tat-tat – rat-a-tat-tat

Nothing of comfort here

*

A spring planting

Where only grief

Takes root

Pain is now

My shadow

*

A branch

Frail

Unable to survive

Severed

The tree hollowed

*

What mother leaves

A daughter alone

In the unforgiving earth

Returns to Brooklyn

And fondles tiny white shoes

*

Come winter

I daven

The wound engulfs me

And the child

Who lie in the snow

 

Bisous,

Léa

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