Love, compassion and tolerance

Today a local news agency received a letter.

Apparently someone's going to detonate a bomb downtown during the annual Gay Pride parade, because "spreading AIDS is nothing to be proud of".

Two thumbs down.

We are writing and rehearsing songs for our new album. Writing is going well. Recording starts on August 22nd. We´ve got a few shows planned for August as well and I think I can speak for all of us when I say we´re very excited.

UNDER THE MAUD MOON


1

On the path,
by this wet site
of old fires-
black ashes, black stones, where tramps
must have squatted down,
gnawing on stream water,
unhouseling themselves on cursed bread,
failing to get warm at a twigfire-

I stop,
gather wet wood,
cut dry shavings, and for her,
whose face
I held in my hands
a few hours, whom I gave back
only to keep holding the space where she was,

I light
a small fire in the rain.

The black
wood reddens, the deathwatches inside
begin running out of time, I can see
the dead, crossed limbs
longing again for the universe, I can hear
in the wet wood the snap
and re-snap of the same embrace being torn.


The raindrops trying
to put the fire out
fall into it and are
changed: the oath broken,
the oath sworn between earth and water, flesh and spirit, broken,
to be sworn again,
over and over, in the clouds, and to be broken again,
over and over, on earth.

From Galway Kinnells Book of Nightmares.