This week’s photo challenge is Gone, But Never Forgotten.
Show us something that is lost, but not forgotten.
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This week’s photo challenge is Gone, But Never Forgotten.
Show us something that is lost, but not forgotten.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/gone-but-not-forgotten/
South African poet Willie Kgositsile posited the necessity of putting aside poetry in the face of looming revolution.
“When the moment hatches in time’s womb there will be no art talk,” he wrote. “The only poem you will hear will be the spearpoint pivoted in the punctured marrow of the villain….Therefore we are the last poets of the world.”
Where does peace start?
In Mahatma Gandhi’s book “The Story of My Experiments With Truth.” Gandhi said: “When every hope is gone, ‘when helpers fail and comforts flee,’ I find that help arrives somehow, from I know not where. Supplication, worship, prayer are no superstition; they are acts more real than the acts of eating, drinking, sitting or walking. It is no exaggeration to say that they alone are real, all else is unreal.”