Comments on: "Inside me the war had eaten a hole." http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/2003/01/16/inside-me-the-war-had-eaten-a-hole/ Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:14:02 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 By: george gargano http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/2003/01/16/inside-me-the-war-had-eaten-a-hole/comment-page-1/#comment-12877 george gargano Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:17:57 +0000 http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/?p=352#comment-12877 Somthing I thought someone may like Liquid Transgression devil's spawn to the mother of heaven Words spew forth like water from fountains New York City wears my cross I dare not cross the golden dream It is time to die Soldiers carrying iron fisted slaves The children in the sand crawl like hungry worms Tomorrow left us yesterday Keep your eye out for the golden orb I have seen the spiders play upon carcasees Of dead dreams You are all too blind to see that the end is near To die to live is one in the same I will always be Where the blood lies so do I A golden dream from the chalice of passion Have hope in the midst of your fear Rain down on the clouds that blot the sky Living silence outward dream Somthing I thought someone may like

Liquid Transgression

devil’s spawn to the mother of heaven

Words spew forth like water from fountains
New York City wears my cross
I dare not cross the golden dream
It is time to die
Soldiers carrying iron fisted slaves
The children in the sand crawl like hungry worms
Tomorrow left us yesterday
Keep your eye out for the golden orb
I have seen the spiders play upon carcasees
Of dead dreams
You are all too blind to see that the end is near
To die to live is one in the same
I will always be
Where the blood lies so do I
A golden dream from the chalice of passion
Have hope in the midst of your fear
Rain down on the clouds that blot the sky
Living silence outward dream

]]> By: Paul http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/2003/01/16/inside-me-the-war-had-eaten-a-hole/comment-page-1/#comment-10467 Paul Thu, 20 Mar 2008 01:25:59 +0000 http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/?p=352#comment-10467 Wow...That's some good stuff. I didn't go to Vietnam, but I read a lot about it, most of Tim O'Brien and others. The stories amaze me in their beautifully perverse description of of the human condition. The girl wounded by the can of rations smiling, for instance. O'Brien has a passage in his book, The Things They Carried, where he talks about the beauty in the midst of so much suffering and carnage. Weigl's poem captures that. Thanks again for sharing... Wow…That’s some good stuff. I didn’t go to Vietnam, but I read a lot about it, most of Tim O’Brien and others. The stories amaze me in their beautifully perverse description of of the human condition. The girl wounded by the can of rations smiling, for instance. O’Brien has a passage in his book, The Things They Carried, where he talks about the beauty in the midst of so much suffering and carnage. Weigl’s poem captures that. Thanks again for sharing…

]]> By: steve gunter http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/2003/01/16/inside-me-the-war-had-eaten-a-hole/comment-page-1/#comment-483 steve gunter Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/?p=352#comment-483 Reading of the cruel convoy which crushed the child's body beneath tank treads or truck treads or whatever the machine was reminded me of the bright young man just returned from Vietnam...he sat in the student union of the small college in Magnolia, Arkansas with some sort of flak jacket or military coat on but not a coat worn with some degree of military pride but worn with a shrug of I could not help going, I did not help going, and here I am still not helping by the coming back home. He smoked a pipe and attempted to speak to us of Kierkegaard but at the time we were involved in marching around the campus with black armbands and we knew nothing of war's truth. Reading of the cruel convoy which crushed the child’s body beneath tank treads or truck treads or whatever the machine was reminded me of the bright young man just returned from Vietnam…he sat in the student union of the small college in Magnolia, Arkansas with some sort of flak jacket or military coat on but not a coat worn with some degree of military pride but worn with a shrug of I could not help going, I did not help going, and here I am still not helping by the coming back home. He smoked a pipe and attempted to speak to us of Kierkegaard but at the time we were involved in marching around the campus with black armbands and we knew nothing of war’s truth.

]]> By: Loren http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/2003/01/16/inside-me-the-war-had-eaten-a-hole/comment-page-1/#comment-484 Loren Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/?p=352#comment-484 Vietnam made me understand, for the first time, what existentialism truly meant. Camus' The Stranger, which had mystified me as college freshmen, made perfect sense after Vietnam. Vietnam made me understand, for the first time, what existentialism truly meant.

Camus’ The Stranger, which had mystified me as college freshmen, made perfect sense after Vietnam.

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