Meantime, at high windows
Far from thicket and pad-fall, suitors of excellence
Sigh and turn from their work to construe again the painful
Beauty of heaven, the lucid moon
And the risen hunter,

Making such dreams for men
As told will break their hearts as always, bringing
Monsters into the city, crows on the public statues,
Navies fed to the fish in the dark
Unbridled waters.

I felt the power and the pain. Like a wound unhealed. Thanks for a poignant reminder. I reflected on the loved ones lost. Deeply. Then my thoughts turned to Iraq. I reflected on the loved ones lost while I re-read Lou's lament.

Nice work, Jack.

Today is the 60th anniversary of the CIA. Pray God it is the last.

Prayers answered. Fortuitous contexting, from nowhere, right here right now.

Let's roll 'em: The Shock Doctrine Short Film, A Film by Alfonso Cuarón and Naomi Klein, directed by Jonás Cuarón.

I took a photo from that point twenty years ago. I was 18 and heading to the Pocono mountains to work at a summer camp. An hour before that I had seen the body of a hobo wheeled out of the port authority bus depot which nobody else seemed to notice. For a boy from a tiny village in England that spot felt wonderfully quiet and safe.