Peace, chefs.
Peony, iris, and clematis
from Rudy and Karin's garden
David's fry pan
contains a multitude
David shot this surreal photo of his fry pan. He writes: since I’m stuck on sautéing everything in a semi-curry base, a pic. Cooking medium is lemon juice, olive oil, and fish sauce.
Music
via PK
Johnny Clegg With Nelson Mandela
Asimbonanga
(inspiration
for our own country here?)
Rob walks Chicago:
The mark of community is not the absence of conflict
It is the presence of a reconciling spirit
Poetry
Caged Bird
By Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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