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Today some of us thought it would be fitting to build a thread made exclusively of links, where each link would be allowed to speak for itself and be each user's personal take - his or her own wordless comment, as it were - on any of the many issues, meanings and aspects surrounding today's date. (Here's the MetaTalk thread where it was discussed).
Freedom and Liberty are always worth defending
posted by cell divide at 9:07 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by cell divide at 9:07 AM on September 11, 2002
Buildings and bridges
Are made to bend in the wind
To withstand the world,
That's what it takes
All that steel and stone
Is no match for the air, my friend
What doesn't bend breaks
What doesn't bend breaks
posted by me3dia at 9:18 AM on September 11, 2002
Are made to bend in the wind
To withstand the world,
That's what it takes
All that steel and stone
Is no match for the air, my friend
What doesn't bend breaks
What doesn't bend breaks
posted by me3dia at 9:18 AM on September 11, 2002
"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves."
posted by orange swan at 9:33 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by orange swan at 9:33 AM on September 11, 2002
Lest we forget how fragile we are.
- Sting
(and a great backstory behind Sting's performance on 9/11/01)
posted by msacheson at 9:42 AM on September 11, 2002
- Sting
(and a great backstory behind Sting's performance on 9/11/01)
posted by msacheson at 9:42 AM on September 11, 2002
September
Streets capsizing
Spilling over
And down the drain
Shards of glass
Splinters like rain
But you could only feel
Your own pain
October
Talk getting nowhere
November
December
Remember
Please
posted by prolific at 9:46 AM on September 11, 2002
Streets capsizing
Spilling over
And down the drain
Shards of glass
Splinters like rain
But you could only feel
Your own pain
October
Talk getting nowhere
November
December
Remember
Please
posted by prolific at 9:46 AM on September 11, 2002
The Wind Increases.
The harried
earth is swept
The trees
the tulips bright
tips
sidle and
toss-
loose your love
to flow
Blow?
Good christ what is
a poet-if any
exists?
a man
whose words will
bite
their way
home-being actual
having the form
of motion
At each twigtip
new
upon the tortured
body of thought
gripping
the ground
a way
to the last leaftip
-W.C. Williams
posted by clavdivs at 9:53 AM on September 11, 2002
The harried
earth is swept
The trees
the tulips bright
tips
sidle and
toss-
loose your love
to flow
Blow?
Good christ what is
a poet-if any
exists?
a man
whose words will
bite
their way
home-being actual
having the form
of motion
At each twigtip
new
upon the tortured
body of thought
gripping
the ground
a way
to the last leaftip
-W.C. Williams
posted by clavdivs at 9:53 AM on September 11, 2002
You can read this now, or you can log off and shut down and get quiet, and just remember
posted by krinklyfig at 9:53 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by krinklyfig at 9:53 AM on September 11, 2002
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Ulysses - Tennyson - 1842
posted by Irontom at 9:58 AM on September 11, 2002
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Ulysses - Tennyson - 1842
posted by Irontom at 9:58 AM on September 11, 2002
Please Call Me By My True Names
Don't say that I will depart tomorrow-
even today I am still arriving.
posted by fold_and_mutilate at 9:58 AM on September 11, 2002
first, they came for the muslims
and i did not speak out - because i was not a muslim.
then they came for the drug dealers
and i did not speak out - because i was not a drug dealer.
then they came for the hackers
and i did not speak out - because i was not a hacker.
then they came for me
and by that time, there was no one left to speak up for me.
posted by boogah at 9:59 AM on September 11, 2002
and i did not speak out - because i was not a muslim.
then they came for the drug dealers
and i did not speak out - because i was not a drug dealer.
then they came for the hackers
and i did not speak out - because i was not a hacker.
then they came for me
and by that time, there was no one left to speak up for me.
posted by boogah at 9:59 AM on September 11, 2002
i like to watch [300k Quicktime, 100k, 36k]
warning: bizarre and offensive
posted by quonsar at 10:09 AM on September 11, 2002
warning: bizarre and offensive
posted by quonsar at 10:09 AM on September 11, 2002
Our cares - quite small, our lives - quite short. Make the most of them.
posted by kokogiak at 10:13 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by kokogiak at 10:13 AM on September 11, 2002
As you were.
(with respect to Crunchland)
posted by PinkStainlessTail at 10:17 AM on September 11, 2002
(with respect to Crunchland)
posted by PinkStainlessTail at 10:17 AM on September 11, 2002
Sell crazy someplace else. We're all stocked up here.
posted by grum@work at 10:17 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by grum@work at 10:17 AM on September 11, 2002
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
W.H. Auden, September 1, 1939
posted by onlyconnect at 10:19 AM on September 11, 2002
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
W.H. Auden, September 1, 1939
posted by onlyconnect at 10:19 AM on September 11, 2002
ALL AMERICAN CAMEL JOCKEY LYNCHING DAY!
posted by crackheadmatt at 10:32 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by crackheadmatt at 10:32 AM on September 11, 2002
Please Call Me By My True Names
Don't say that I will depart tomorrow-
even today I am still arriving.
posted by fold_and_mutilate at 10:33 AM on September 11, 2002
Do not pretend to convenient beliefs
even when they are righteous
you will never be able to defend your city
while shouting.
--Audre Lorde, For Each of You
posted by mariko at 10:42 AM on September 11, 2002
even when they are righteous
you will never be able to defend your city
while shouting.
--Audre Lorde, For Each of You
posted by mariko at 10:42 AM on September 11, 2002
"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy."
[sound]
posted by precocious at 10:45 AM on September 11, 2002
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy."
[sound]
posted by precocious at 10:45 AM on September 11, 2002
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
posted by Mick at 10:57 AM on September 11, 2002
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
posted by Mick at 10:57 AM on September 11, 2002
Forever may not be long enough for my love
I have a will but I'm lost inside your time
If you could, would you come with me to the other side?
posted by thanotopsis at 11:00 AM on September 11, 2002
I have a will but I'm lost inside your time
If you could, would you come with me to the other side?
posted by thanotopsis at 11:00 AM on September 11, 2002
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world...
posted by triggerfinger at 11:12 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by triggerfinger at 11:12 AM on September 11, 2002
"He is blessed over all mortals who loses no moment of the passing life in remembering the past."
-- Henry David Thoreau (self-link)
posted by Wingy at 11:14 AM on September 11, 2002
-- Henry David Thoreau (self-link)
posted by Wingy at 11:14 AM on September 11, 2002
Tell everybody
Waitin' for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn't dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
posted by brand-gnu at 11:24 AM on September 11, 2002
Waitin' for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn't dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
posted by brand-gnu at 11:24 AM on September 11, 2002
I woke up listening to NPR coverage that morning. I swear I thought it was a "War of the Worlds" re-enactment.
posted by trixare4kids at 11:38 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by trixare4kids at 11:38 AM on September 11, 2002
Though, in Britain, America is often ignorantly caricatured as a land of impoverished rhetoric its public speech has often been the glory of its democracy. And now it needs to sound off. Starting in New York, starting now, we need to do what the people of this astoundingly irrepressible city do best: stand up and make a hell of a noise.
posted by RakDaddy at 11:47 AM on September 11, 2002
posted by RakDaddy at 11:47 AM on September 11, 2002
"It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: 'And this, too, shall pass away.' How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!" -- Abraham Lincoln
posted by Silune at 11:56 AM on September 11, 2002 [1 favorite]
posted by Silune at 11:56 AM on September 11, 2002 [1 favorite]
Be brave in trouble; meet distress
With dauntless front; but when the gale
Too prosperous blows, be wise no less,
And shorten sail.
posted by liam at 12:01 PM on September 11, 2002
With dauntless front; but when the gale
Too prosperous blows, be wise no less,
And shorten sail.
posted by liam at 12:01 PM on September 11, 2002
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
(it's a Yeats kind of day)
posted by eilatan at 12:33 PM on September 11, 2002
A terrible beauty is born.
(it's a Yeats kind of day)
posted by eilatan at 12:33 PM on September 11, 2002
"...It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract.... " A. Lincoln, Gettysburg PA, 11/19/1863
posted by m@ at 12:40 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by m@ at 12:40 PM on September 11, 2002
Today we may say aloud before an awe-struck world: "We are still masters of our fate. We are still captain of our souls." Winston Churchill on the War Situation, House of Commons, September 9, 1941.
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Speech delivered by Winston Churchill at the Lord Mayor's Luncheon, Mansion House, London, November 10, 1942.
posted by readymade at 12:51 PM on September 11, 2002
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Speech delivered by Winston Churchill at the Lord Mayor's Luncheon, Mansion House, London, November 10, 1942.
posted by readymade at 12:51 PM on September 11, 2002
Saliga är fredsmakarna, för de ska kallas Guds söner.
posted by soundofsuburbia at 1:03 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by soundofsuburbia at 1:03 PM on September 11, 2002
I could see the smoke, smell the fires, feel the grit of the buildings. I walked around wondering how much of what I breathed was atomized particles of the dead. When I began to get light-headed, I then wondered if it was relief at still being alive, or if the particles had infected me with the souls of men and women.
posted by Mo Nickels at 1:06 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by Mo Nickels at 1:06 PM on September 11, 2002
Pray and light a cyber candle (patience: very slow server) or open a cyber shrine (php code available).
posted by ugly_n_sticky at 1:17 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by ugly_n_sticky at 1:17 PM on September 11, 2002
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow...
The Fantasticks ~ full lyrics
posted by anastasiav at 1:25 PM on September 11, 2002
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow...
The Fantasticks ~ full lyrics
posted by anastasiav at 1:25 PM on September 11, 2002
And in the end,
the love you take
is equal to
the love you make...
posted by ?! at 1:28 PM on September 11, 2002
the love you take
is equal to
the love you make...
posted by ?! at 1:28 PM on September 11, 2002
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
posted by internal at 1:47 PM on September 11, 2002
for they will be called sons of God.
posted by internal at 1:47 PM on September 11, 2002
My recitation of a historical speech (self link)
posted by ZachsMind at 2:11 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by ZachsMind at 2:11 PM on September 11, 2002
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning
and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
posted by Ty Webb at 2:40 PM on September 11, 2002
and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
posted by Ty Webb at 2:40 PM on September 11, 2002
They told me, Heraclitus,
They told me you were dead.
They left me bitter news to hear
And bitter tears to shed
I wept as I remembered
How often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking
And sent him down the sky.
But now that thou art lying,
My dear, old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes
Long long ago at rest
Still are thy pleasant voices
Like a nightengale awake
For Death, he taketh all other things
But these, he cannot take.
-Callimachus
posted by oflinkey at 2:48 PM on September 11, 2002
They told me you were dead.
They left me bitter news to hear
And bitter tears to shed
I wept as I remembered
How often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking
And sent him down the sky.
But now that thou art lying,
My dear, old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes
Long long ago at rest
Still are thy pleasant voices
Like a nightengale awake
For Death, he taketh all other things
But these, he cannot take.
-Callimachus
posted by oflinkey at 2:48 PM on September 11, 2002
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posted by triggerfinger at 3:36 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by triggerfinger at 3:36 PM on September 11, 2002
Happy Birthday to my Dad and my cousin. oh, and to a few others.
posted by whatnot at 3:38 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by whatnot at 3:38 PM on September 11, 2002
we cannot consecrate, we cannot dedicate, we cannot hallow this ground.
posted by ZachsMind at 3:40 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by ZachsMind at 3:40 PM on September 11, 2002
June 30, 2001
September 15, 2001
June 8, 2002
(very large images, via spaceimaging)
posted by varmint at 4:09 PM on September 11, 2002
September 15, 2001
June 8, 2002
(very large images, via spaceimaging)
posted by varmint at 4:09 PM on September 11, 2002
The world is feverishly working to build the things of war,
The world is preparing destruction of a kind unknown before.
I hear much cursing of enemies, and arguments increase,
But, oh, the world is longing, is yearning,
Is praying for peace - for peace!
posted by yertledaturtle at 4:41 PM on September 11, 2002
The world is preparing destruction of a kind unknown before.
I hear much cursing of enemies, and arguments increase,
But, oh, the world is longing, is yearning,
Is praying for peace - for peace!
posted by yertledaturtle at 4:41 PM on September 11, 2002
Honolulu Advertiser. Front Page. Sept 11, 2002
posted by Joey Michaels at 5:29 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by Joey Michaels at 5:29 PM on September 11, 2002
Released 10 years before 2001 (WARNING: MP3). Has nothing to do with 911, but is very happy:)
posted by poopy at 6:11 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by poopy at 6:11 PM on September 11, 2002
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing
posted by poopy at 7:47 PM on September 11, 2002
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing
posted by poopy at 7:47 PM on September 11, 2002
we're trying to have a society here, people
posted by captain obvious at 7:56 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by captain obvious at 7:56 PM on September 11, 2002
The twin trade towers in New York lie
a tribute to combating peni
posted by nasim at 8:04 PM on September 11, 2002
a tribute to combating peni
posted by nasim at 8:04 PM on September 11, 2002
For those who missed it here is (my? or has this idea popped up somewhere else?) the 7-Eleven 9/11 logo.
posted by nasim at 8:14 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by nasim at 8:14 PM on September 11, 2002
No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
posted by redshoes3 at 8:19 PM on September 11, 2002
posted by redshoes3 at 8:19 PM on September 11, 2002
"Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace."
--Amelia Earhart
posted by ChaosKitty at 8:37 PM on September 11, 2002
--Amelia Earhart
posted by ChaosKitty at 8:37 PM on September 11, 2002
I remember (self-link)
The Gold Coast, Australia remembers
posted by dg at 9:02 PM on September 11, 2002
The Gold Coast, Australia remembers
posted by dg at 9:02 PM on September 11, 2002
A Tear And A Smile
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
for the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
to flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than
that I live weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,
and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
and sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
the sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return
to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
the greater spirit to move in the world of matter
and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
and return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.
Kahlil Gibran
posted by justgary at 10:43 PM on September 11, 2002
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
for the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
to flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than
that I live weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,
and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
and sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
the sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return
to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
the greater spirit to move in the world of matter
and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
and return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.
Kahlil Gibran
posted by justgary at 10:43 PM on September 11, 2002
I believe we have things to do.
(I believe when I sleep, you are near to me
When you sleep, I am near to you.)
posted by blissbat at 11:05 PM on September 11, 2002
(I believe when I sleep, you are near to me
When you sleep, I am near to you.)
posted by blissbat at 11:05 PM on September 11, 2002
Can you hear them?
The helicopters?
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me ...
posted by allaboutgeorge at 11:39 PM on September 11, 2002
The helicopters?
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me ...
posted by allaboutgeorge at 11:39 PM on September 11, 2002
And its funny how time flies
In the city that never sleeps
It’s getting after hours
And I’m feeling the heat
I’m almost dead and buried
The day nearly done
But I want to keep on going
I’m going to kiss the sun in New York
...
New York
Are you tuning in?
posted by chronic sublime at 3:07 AM on September 12, 2002
In the city that never sleeps
It’s getting after hours
And I’m feeling the heat
I’m almost dead and buried
The day nearly done
But I want to keep on going
I’m going to kiss the sun in New York
...
New York
Are you tuning in?
posted by chronic sublime at 3:07 AM on September 12, 2002
Lest we forget - Chile, 9/11, 1973. Tens of thousands killed by the US government.
posted by tripitaka at 6:06 AM on September 12, 2002
posted by tripitaka at 6:06 AM on September 12, 2002
"9/11, I can barely remember you, they've buried you in so much hype" (real audio)
posted by thewittyname at 6:08 AM on September 12, 2002
posted by thewittyname at 6:08 AM on September 12, 2002
"Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could."
posted by ZachsMind at 1:09 AM on September 14, 2002
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could."
posted by ZachsMind at 1:09 AM on September 14, 2002
Everyone remembers.
Multireligious Commemorations of September 11
posted by sheauga at 11:48 AM on September 14, 2002
Multireligious Commemorations of September 11
posted by sheauga at 11:48 AM on September 14, 2002
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