Sunday, November 02, 2008

Periwinkles of Memory

"Not an aristocracy of power, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes and through the ages, and they know each other when they meet. ... Authority, seeing their value, tries to net them and to utilize them. ... But they slip through the net and are gone; when the door is shut they are no longer in the room; Their temple is the Holiness of the Heart's Imagination, and their kingdom, though they never possess it, is the wide open world."In this they are deathless.Like periwinkles.
Joe Bageant: The Audacity of Depression

Slave graves marked by periwinkles. Alive and unmarked by ugly headstones. I want my grave to be unmarked save for periwinkles because I have been a slave in my own way.

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