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MamaBee |
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2007-11-14 |
08:11:58 |
| Marie and I are in Nairobi setting up for next year's workshops.. So happy to be back - so happy that Anno's bold heart will continue to beat here in Limuru, Majengo and now Kibera too -- thanks to all those amazing donations on the 24th...THANK YOU EVERYONE... Love from MamaBee Marie - and all the kids who will be joining us next January xxxxxxxx |
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| 1293 |
N/A |
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2007-11-10 |
04:40:01 |
| And loads of love to you, Ned as days continue...you have a mighty heart. Blessings xxx |
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| 1292 |
Ned |
N/A |
2007-11-08 |
19:33:23 |
Loads of love to everyone on this dreadful day of the year, (the first time it has been a thursday again, for what its worth). Missing you all and hoping that everyone is happy and well.
xxxx |
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| 1291 |
Tyne |
N/A |
2007-11-08 |
13:55:17 |
| Thinking of you all today xoxo |
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| 1290 |
mamabee |
N/A |
2007-11-08 |
08:18:03 |
| No names on those beautiful poems that were so wonderful to wake up to... The words meet and bend as Anno's did ... gifted poets who express themsselves through the deaths of Alberto, Anno and Lee. No better epitaph. Thank you... x |
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| 1289 |
N/A |
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2007-11-08 |
05:53:00 |
Dear Ghosts of tomorrow,
The past brings you to the future
all across the prism
of years. But in the light…those
two do not exist
It an eternal present
I see some words, I hear some
songs of three
who joined you from a
yet named generation
I never knew him or him
or him…
...I never met all of you,
and yet I
can believe in who you are…
Every century reaches for
bold spirits into the next
The outcast clerks
who ride the
waves of math
and science,
the deaf musician, the blind writer,
and now the dead poet
whose name is still in the
womb of history
The miracle happened
within a thick midst...
morning by the hour, night by the sun,
it was all governed in God
by time and chance.
Swerves and smashes,
Sleep is awakened as
the awakened sleep
Bright light and loud telephones
will be forever treasured
in unanswerable pain and faith
…bright light and loud telephones…
Dear Ghosts of tomorrow,
tonight we’ll meet as
drunks at one with nature…
a white drawer, an italian beater
and the one who fucks with words
A new universe makes
me aware how your
names are edged into
antiquity.
Our influences…
heroes of faults,
characters of virtue…
Passion stirs underneath
all sex, so
friends and lovers
become one.
In dreaming, in reading
you say to me, Here’s my
precision, nothing is impossible
...such words
you are light...you are the
first word and letting...
LIGHT
my wonder for all of you
kicks the skin in joy
for it to become
darkness without color as
it once was…
feel incomplete when you
You set us free from
rejoicing on our own to
liberation of
anguish with
my fellow man
All the children who died are alive.
They will never judge
the radio waves and
newsprint of this day.
They are missing
the revolutions in cancer that
we all
find upon these years…
because they know none of it is real,
and they are one with the universe
and their evolutions are the
true and false,
questioned by
a father and a teacher…
answered in stars and creatures
And in the instant impact, a
mother cries and smiles
her child's smile, she knows he
does
the impossible,
he makes all the
ages ageless
our eyes are
never silenced, ears never shut,
if only touch again…
as you touch us as always
these three…when "and
I'm touched" becomes
present
yes and no,
they make old things new, for
they make new things old
Dear Ghosts of Tomorrow,
These children are
the ghosts
of yesterday, voicing
in hands and guitars
and drum upon a birthday
that you can feel.
Let me envy you three as
long it is kind…
kind envy nurtures ambition
and ambition
imagination
like all the kind imperfections
that created us as
living humans…
Let us weep for you three as
you weeped in your art
weeping creates Heaven
and Heaven is us, and we
are constellations...
and God saw that it was good.
Love is the spirit,
and the spirit is love…
The poet dreams with blinding
starlight below and above…
writer crying, artist laughing
Fixes shooting up 7 times 100!
and an ancient child
composes a new
masterpiece of his youth
every moment in
the otherwise
powerless death
The miracle happened within
a thick midst...
morning by the hour, night by the sun,
it was all governed in God
by time and chance.
Swerves and smashes,
Sleep is awakened as
the awakened sleep
Bright light and loud telephones
will be forever treasured
in unanswerable pain and faith
…bright light and loud telephones…
xxxxxxxx |
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| 1288 |
N/A |
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2007-11-08 |
04:25:17 |
The night is cold,
the sun was red,
as it set in the smouldering heavans.
A fitting end,
to the sixth year is sealed,
as it marches and passes us by.
Remember, remember,
the 8th of November,
the night they were lost to us.
Remember, remember,
the 8th of November,
the thousands of days of loss.
With just an ember,
of their light to remember,
we search for what might remain;
we reach with our eyes,
look for what flies,
and was lost to our hearts and lives.
And when we are old,
when our steps are unsure,
and the world has become so foreign;
when our decendents play round the tombs,
and we gaze at the glowering red sun,
we will remember,
on the 8th of November,
what was torn from our hearts and lives.
love to everyone tonight xxxx |
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| 1287 |
N/A |
N/A |
2007-11-07 |
21:54:41 |
| In tis sad night, all my deepest love to Andrew,Bee,Ned,David and Lissy. Isa |
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| 1286 |
Jude |
N/A |
2007-11-07 |
20:04:50 |
Dearest Beeee, Andrew, Ned, all... Our thoughts are turned again to Anno, the boy sorcerer, they never turn away for long because there is the unmistakeable scent of love in the ether whenever his pages are turned or his music spun. He is an inspiration, and you were his. In the words of our favourite dead Frenchman, Monsieur Baudelaire, "I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old...".
Metric tonnes of love to you all,
Jude x |
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| 1285 |
N/A |
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2007-11-07 |
09:01:32 |
Buon Compleanno Alberto.
Those whom God loves die young. Ho trovato questa frase sul mio dizionario e mi ha suscitato rabbia e conforto allo stesso tempo.
Il dolore della vostra perdita non cessa mai, è meno bruciante ma sempre profondo e talvolta intollerabile. Questa notte in particolare ricorderemo Alberto, Anno, Lee e Giorgio con le nostre preghiere e le candele che accenderemo. Un abbraccio forte forte a tutti coloro che Vi amano e Vi ricordano.Un abbraccio forte forte a Bee a tutta le sua famiglia. Isamum e Mario.
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