Foremost among those issues are the causes of free speech and free expression. Rushdie is an absolutist on
these issues, arguing that free speech amounts to “life itself.” He suggests that the attempt by radical Islam to stifle The Satanic Verses was really the opening salvo in an ongoing
conflict that has continued through the rise of al-Qaeda and the Sept.�11 terrorist attacks. The seeds of intolerance sown in 1989, when Khomeini’s fatwa was passed, have sprouted into a far more
general—and violent—conflict between militant Islam and Western culture. Rushdie quotes the German poet Heinrich Heine: “Where they burn books, they will in the end burn people
He insists on complexity and nuance where polemic and clich� so often reign. This is what writers do. And this,
ultimately, is Rushdie’s triumph. In an age of rising intolerance and diminished literary confidence, Joseph Anton—like Rushdie’s own life—strikes a blow for the continued relevance of
literature.–Ron Price with thanks to Akash Kapur, Book Review: 'Joseph Anton' by Salman Rushdie, in The Stackon October 04, 2012
It is days such as these days I wished I could just curl up inside of bed snuggled close to my blankets
and just go to sleep.
While I do not know why I seem to enjoy sleeping in very much. I do. Must be something about the coldness that makes me feel more compelled not to do anything and since I am not home yet, I still
am not able to control the heat thermostat.
But “boy-oh-boy,” if I could. I would have not ever slept in curled up to my blankets. I would have been
so HOT I would have rushed down my sister’s stairs an hour later shutting off the thermostat. Why? I cannot stand the heat.
One of the things I have been keeping inside of me the last past few days of finding out of my Uncle’s
death. Now since this is going to be made a public journal, I cannot share some of the names presented. I guess for legality purposes. However, now he is gone, I feel a sense of postpone sadness
for him and myself because he died all alone without anyone and us only knowing of his passing was relayed to my sister from the corners office in Houston, Texas. I miss him.
He was the best uncle I could ever have. Since my sister and I were his favorite nieces, he would always
make calls to us on a daily or bi-weekly basis informing us how he was doing. I missed him living in Ohio as much as I missed the summer rain putting me to sleep at night.
I remember many things he said to me. The thoughts of peer success he thought I was able to obtain and
all of those many hours when I was young he would babysit my older sister and I and teach us math. He was the reason why I was able to grasp various things inside of math clearly then others inside
of my class could.
He did not ever judge me for my skin color, facial features, or my flaws. He judged eveyone based on his
or hers character, manners, and knowledge. He was the best uncle out of my mom’s side of the family my sister and I have ever had.
There is a pure sense of loneliness and void etched into my heart for the way he had to pass. I do not
know why I sit and think about how he passed constantly. Maybe because if he would of gone to the hospital in Texas sooner, he would have still been alive, in yet, he passed inside of his apartment
in his bed alone no kids or wife no one else there to help him survive. Just him.
He stayed there dead in his apartment know one knowing where or why he was not returning our calls for a
little over a month. The Texas police found my uncle yesterday on October 1st dead.
My sister when she heard the news first. Cried. I could not cry because it was so postponed for me. I try
to stay strong for everyone. At times I do not even know why I am doing it. I guess…. This is just a way for me to relieve my own pain. Through being strong for others. I feel as if I have to not
because I am forced too.
Maybe this is because when I was younger I always felt I had to be strong for myself and everyone else
around me. Because I always thought no one is going to always be around forever to take care of me. All I had was myself to take care. Now I look at my words and wonder… Am I
I do not want to be alone forever. I thought about this before I ever got married. So with feeling this
way, I asked God to send me someone I could successfully share my life with. He came but not without a cost. I know sometimes we have to loose one thing to gain another. Why?
I do not know. I guess with death there comes so many unanswered questions. I just know I just want to go
to sleep today beside my husband and fall asleep in his arms. Right after I finish this and my slushy.
I Want to DIE
I want to die
Everything is going wrong for me.
My mom drinks
my dad drinks
My brother hates me
My little brother left
I hate to be alone
thats why I say this
I just want to die
Because I see no point In living.
just before going to bed last night I received a FB message from Michelle telling me that her son Phillip had killed himself. Shock and tears followed.
Called her today and spoke with her briefly. Seems he had gotten into trouble and was punished� by his parents. Within a couple hours he was found dead by his mom on the bathroom floor with a
bullet wound to the head. He left no note.
The horrible pain in her voice was devastating. I proceeded to get hold of my kids and tell them that I love them. Still haven't been able to reach naomi as her cell phone is out of commission.
She looked into his eyes,
time after time,
to now believe that she would never,
See those eyes,
that always made her smile.
it's never Good-Bye;
Just see you in a while,"
he said as he spoke,
about the dead.
it's the smiles,
that mean so much more,
Let God unsurpress all of your fears."
She smiled and bowed her head,
as her eyes turned red,
because of tears she's tasted,
knowing this time,
they weren't wasted.
She woke up,
and turned off the alarm.
is to flow from this arm.
She looked out the window,
cold and shallow,
She held her hands.
"When will you come back again?"
She asked as the stinging tears,
swelled behind her eyes.
she couldn't believe it.
You're gone for good this time.
death is harder for the living who've been left behind than on the dead who has been rid of all pain
�death is not scary, after all it is where everyone is heading, �it's the "how" and the "when" that I am afraid of
Life lately has been a bit difficult.
Chase (ex) broke up with me a little over 2 weeks ago and I seem to be taking it badly. I though that we had a future together and we had all these plans and then poof! he was done. He can be a
good person, but he has not been that great to me. You would think that I would move on already from a guy who treated me badly. Im getting there.
My mom died almost 5 months ago and it didnt truely didnt hit me until recently.� Now that I need her to talk to her about everything that is going on......I cant! I miss her so much and wish that
the last few years could have been different. I usually dont regret anything, but when it comes to my mom I do.
I wish I was around more before she died.
I wish that I didnt fight with her about stupid stuff.
I wish that I could have gotten married and had a child before she died.
Getting married will never be the same anymore. I wont have my mom to give me advise. Be there to cry with me as I walk down the isle.�Or tell me how beautiful I look.
Having children used to be something that I looked forward to. Now I dont know if I could have any. Knowing that my mom wont be in the delivery room or be there for their first time they talk,
walk, or school events. I need a mom!
Time to vent is over. Time to carry on the day. Time to be positive.
Yes ppl it's that time of year again, that's right Valentine's day is fast approaching and anyone who knows
me knows that this time of year depresses the crap out of me so i have written another poem about it
AGAIN A YEAR?
You owe me nothing
Not even a tear
It's Valentine's Day
Yes it's been a year
I'm dead and hollow
Limp and numb
As seasons pass
Yet still you blink,
not one lash.
And winter's passed
So in my wrist
I carve a gash
At first it trickles
Till at last,
My vein's run cold
And life has passed
In death there's warmth
And summers last
Again we're friends
Just like our past
And again my friend
I learn to laugh
But that was then
and this is now
So I stop to wonder about how
How it came to this
Is this the end?
But still I have one question
My Question is;
HOW DID IT COME TO THIS?????