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"...it was instead Byron’s fiery maiden address to the House of Lords, invoking the human rights of the loom-breaking Luddites (an exhilarating and radical speech slightly to the left of Bernie ­Sanders) that made him a class ­traitor to the English aristocracy."

"BRING IT UP FROM THE DARK

Bring it up from the dark water.
It will be news from behind the horizon.
Refugees, nameless people.   Who are they?
What is happening?   I do not know.
Out there.   Where we can see nothing.
Where we can do nothing.  Men of our own country
send deadly messengers we would not send.
The cold wind of their desolation chills the first hint of morning,
rumors of burnd houses, smoking fields, and now wraiths
of the dead men daily they kill rise
against us.   It will go against us,
   pass, sweep on and beyond us.

The great house of our humanity
no longer stands.   Men from our own country
stamp out, burn back, flush up from their refuge
with gasses, howling or silent, whatever
human or animal remains living there.

Bereft, the mothering sky
searches our faces, searches my heart.
What have I to do with these things
that now I am left destitute.
In the midst of my happiness, the worm
of man's misery coils in my heart.

Dream disclosed to me, I too am Ishmael."

--Robert Duncan, 1984

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"Constrained Poetry = Encrypted Orations." --@Anthony_Etherin

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