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Brig. Gen. Kevin Vereen, U.S. Army Recruiting Command deputy commanding general poses with Soldier Mentors who played a 7on 7 game against high school Army All-American Bowl players Jan. 2, 2018, in San Antonio, Texas. The All-American Bowl is a year-long engagement between the U.S. Army and the American people. The U.S. Army sponsors the Army All-American Bowl and its related activities as a platform to engage local communities, support the development of America’s future leaders, and to allow America the opportunity to get to better know one of the world’s most versatile teams-the U.S. Army. The All-American Bowl is the nation’s premier high school football game, serving as the preeminent launching pad for America’s future college and NFL stars. (U.S. Army photo by Lisa Ray U.S. Army Special Operations Command Public Affairs/Released)
The Masque of Anarchy was written in 1819 by Percy Bysshe Shelley in response to the Peterloo Massacre in Manchester. It is poem that advocates peaceful protest and is known to have directly inspired Ghandi. The mask is an exhibit at Cambridge Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
I met Murder on the way—
He had a mask like Castlereagh—
Very smooth he looked, yet grim ;
Seven blood-hounds followed him :
All were fat ; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed them human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Lord Eldon, an ermined gown ;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.
And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.
Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.
And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, and spies.
Last came Anarchy : he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood ;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.
And he wore a kingly crown ;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone ;
On his brow this mark I saw—
‘I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!’
With a pace stately and fast,
Over English land he passed,
Trampling to a mire of blood
The adoring multitude.
And with a mighty troop around
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword,
For the service of their Lord.
And with glorious triumph they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.
O’er fields and towns, from sea to sea,
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and trampling down ;
Till they came to London town.
And each dweller, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing the tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.
For from pomp to meet him came,
Clothed in arms like blood and flame,
The hired murderers, who did sing
‘Thou art God, and Law, and King.
‘We have waited weak and lone
For thy coming, Mighty One!
Our purses are empty, our swords are cold,
Give us glory, and blood, and gold.’
Lawyers and priests a motley crowd,
To the earth their pale brows bowed ;
Like a bad prayer not over loud,
Whispering—‘Thou art Law and God.’—
Then all cried with one accord,
‘Thou art King, and God, and Lord ;
Anarchy, to thee we bow,
Be thy name made holy now!’
And Anarchy, the Skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.
For he knew the Palaces
Of our Kings were rightly his ;
His the sceptre, crown, and globe,
And the gold-inwoven robe.
So he sent his slaves before
To seize upon the Bank and Tower,
And was proceeding with intent
To meet his pensioned Parliament
When one fled past, a maniac maid,
And her name was Hope, she said :
But she looked more like Despair,
And she cried out in the air :
‘My father Time is weak and gray
With waiting for a better day ;
See how idiot-like he stands,
Fumbling with his palsied hands!
‘He has had child after child,
And the dust of death is piled
Over every one but me—
Misery, oh, Misery!’
Then she lay down in the street,
Right before the horses feet,
Expecting, with a patient eye,
Murder, Fraud, and Anarchy.
When between her and her foes
A mist, a light, an image rose.
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like the vapour of a vale :
Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with lightnings as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky.
It grew—a Shape arrayed in mail
Brighter than the viper’s scale,
And upborne on wings whose grain
Was as the light of sunny rain.
On its helm, seen far away,
A planet, like the Morning’s, lay ;
And those plumes its light rained through
Like a shower of crimson dew.
With step as soft as wind it passed
O’er the heads of men—so fast
That they knew the presence there,
And looked,—but all was empty air.
As flowers beneath May’s footstep waken,
As stars from Night’s loose hair are shaken,
As waves arise when loud winds call,
Thoughts sprung where’er that step did fall.
And the prostrate multitude
Looked—and ankle-deep in blood,
Hope, that maiden most serene,
Was walking with a quiet mien :
And Anarchy, the ghastly birth,
Lay dead earth upon the earth ;
The Horse of Death tameless as wind
Fled, and with his hoofs did grind
To dust the murderers thronged behind.
A rushing light of clouds and splendour,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Was heard and felt—and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose
As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And shuddering with a mother’s throe
Had turned every drop of blood
By which her face had been bedewed
To an accent unwithstood,—
As if her heart cried out aloud :
‘Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story,
Nurslings of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another ;
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.
‘What is Freedom?—ye can tell
That which slavery is, too well—
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.
‘’Tis to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrants’ use to dwell,
‘So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.
‘’Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak,—
They are dying whilst I speak.
‘’Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye ;
‘’Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More than e’er its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.
‘Paper coin—that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something from the worth
Of the inheritance of Earth.
‘’Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of ye.
‘And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
’Tis to see the Tyrant’s crew
Ride over your wives and you—
Blood is on the grass like dew.
‘Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood—and wrong for wrong—
Do not thus when ye are strong.
‘Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their wingèd quest ;
Beasts find fare, in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the air.
‘Horses, oxen, have a home,
When from daily toil they come ;
Household dogs, when the wind roars,
Find a home within warm doors.’
‘Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed ;
All things have a home but one—
Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none !
‘This is Slavery—savage men,
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do—
But such ills they never knew.
‘What art thou, Freedom ? O ! could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand—tyrants would flee
Like a dream’s imagery :
‘Thou are not, as impostors say,
A shadow soon to pass away,
A superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of Fame.
‘For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
In a neat and happy home.
‘Thou art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude—
No—in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see.
‘To the rich thou art a check,
When his foot is on the neck
Of his victim, thou dost make
That he treads upon a snake.
‘Thou art Justice—ne’er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold
As laws are in England—thou
Shield’st alike both high and low.
‘Thou art Wisdom—Freemen never
Dream that God will damn for ever
All who think those things untrue
Of which Priests make such ado.
‘Thou art Peace—never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them, when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.
‘What if English toil and blood
Was poured forth, even as a flood ?
It availed, Oh, Liberty.
To dim, but not extinguish thee.
‘Thou art Love—the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their substance to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,
‘Or turn their wealth to arms, and make
War for thy belovèd sake
On wealth, and war, and fraud—whence they
Drew the power which is their prey.
‘Science, Poetry, and Thought
Are thy lamps ; they make the lot
Of the dwellers in a cot
So serene, they curse it not.
‘Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou—let deeds, not words, express
Thine exceeding loveliness.
‘Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.
‘Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.
‘From the corners uttermost
Of the bounds of English coast ;
From every hut, village, and town
Where those who live and suffer moan
For others’ misery or their own,
‘From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold—
‘From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares—
‘Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around
‘Those prison halls of wealth and fashion.
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale—
‘Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold—
‘Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free—
‘Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
And wide as targes let them be,
With their shade to cover ye.
‘Let the tyrants pour around
With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of a sea,
Troops of armed emblazonry.
‘Let the charged artillery drive
Till the dead air seems alive
With the clash of clanging wheels,
And the tramp of horses’ heels.
‘Let the fixèd bayonet
Gleam with sharp desire to wet
Its bright point in English blood
Looking keen as one for food.
‘Let the horsemen’s scimitars
Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars
Thirsting to eclipse their burning
In a sea of death and mourning.
‘Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war,
‘And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armèd steeds
Pass, a disregarded shade
Through your phalanx undismayed.
‘Let the laws of your own land,
Good or ill, between ye stand
Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
Arbiters of the dispute,
‘The old laws of England—they
Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
Children of a wiser day ;
And whose solemn voice must be
Thine own echo—Liberty !
‘On those who first should violate
Such sacred heralds in their state
Rest the blood that must ensue,
And it will not rest on you.
‘And if then the tyrants dare
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew, —
What they like, that let them do.
‘With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away.’
‘Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.
‘Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand—
They will hardly dare to greet
Their acquaintance in the street.
‘And the bold, true warriors
Who have hugged Danger in wars
Will turn to those who would be free,
Ashamed of such base company.
‘And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular ;
A volcano heard afar.
‘And these words shall then become
Like Oppression’s thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain.
Heard again—again—again—
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number—
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.’
Copyright © Dave DiCello 2011 All Rights Reserved.
"Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours."
~Swedish Proverb
Today's image is from our anniversary dinner on Mt. Washington at Bella Vista Italian restaurant. Although we had to wait a lot longer for a table than I hoped for even with a reservation, the view we got was certainly worth it. I only had my 50mm 1.4 lens, so I had to set it on the table to get this shot, hence the reflections in the upper right hand corner. I really like the way that PNC Park looks from up there!
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Happy New Year 2019! Adan celebrates the arrival of the new year by jumping on Stevie and Alicia for hugs. May the new year find us all inspired to love more, contribute more, carry each others burdens more, share more and fear less. ©2018 Billy Calzada
I'm going onwards but I haven't left this one behind. I remember the tears, the hugs, the laughter, and even the letters. Those were beautiful, and now they are memories. But this is what's next, and I want to grow. I want to fear less. And I want to love more. #sweeterpoetry
J.T. Daniels, an athlete from Mater Dei High School in Santa Ana, Calif., prepares to throw a pass during the U.S. Army All-American Bowl Jan. 6, 2018, in San Antonio, Texas. The All-American Bowl is the nation’s premier high school football game, serving as the preeminent launching pad for America’s future college and National Football League stars. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Ian Valley, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
Soldiers stationed at Fort Bragg, N.C., salute the colors during an early morning pre-game ceremony rehearsal in support of the Army All-American Bowl, Jan. 4, 2018. The All-American Bowl is a year-long engagement between the U.S. Army and the American people. The U.S. Army sponsors the Army All-American Bowl and its related activities as a platform to engage local communities, support the development of America’s future leaders, and to allow America the opportunity to get to better know one of the world’s most versatile teams-the U.S. Army. The All-American Bowl is the nation’s premier high school football game, serving as the preeminent launching pad for America’s future college and NFL stars. The All-American Bowl is scheduled to air on NBC, Jan. 6, 2018 at 1 p.m. EST. (U.S. Army photo by Ms. Lisa Ray, U.S. Army Special Operations Command Public Affairs/Released)
Shayne Simon, an athlete from St. Peter’s Prep High School in Naples Fla., shakes hands with U.S. Army Drill Sgt. of the Year Sgt. 1st Class Chad Hickey during the pre-game events at the U.S. Army All-American Bowl Jan. 6, 2018, in San Antonio, Texas. The All-American Bowl is the nation’s premier high school football game, serving as the preeminent launching pad for America’s future college and National Football League stars. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Ian Valley, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
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Black Mask was a radical anarchist art collective operating in New York City in the 1960s. They gained notoriety for their self-titled broadsheet as well as their public actions and demonstrations. The Black Mask was together from 1967 to late 1968 before reforming as Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers. They were loosely associated with the Situationist International, King Mob, and the Diggers. Their chief goal was the integration of art in to the political program of anarchist revolution.
Black Mask disrupted cultural events in New York by giving made up flyers of art events to the homeless with the lure of free drinks
Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Mask of Anarchy
Written on the occasion of the massacre carried out by the British Government
at Peterloo, Manchester 1819
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:
All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed the human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.
And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.
Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.
And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.
Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.
And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw -
'I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!'
With a pace stately and fast,
Over English land he passed,
Trampling to a mire of blood
The adoring multitude.
And a mighty troop around,
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword,
For the service of their Lord.
And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.
O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea,
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and trampling down;
Till they came to London town.
And each dweller, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing the tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.
For with pomp to meet him came,
Clothed in arms like blood and flame,
The hired murderers, who did sing
'Thou art God, and Law, and King.
'We have waited, weak and lone
For thy coming, Mighty One!
Our Purses are empty, our swords are cold,
Give us glory, and blood, and gold.'
Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
To the earth their pale brows bowed;
Like a bad prayer not over loud,
Whispering - 'Thou art Law and God.' -
Then all cried with one accord,
'Thou art King, and God and Lord;
Anarchy, to thee we bow,
Be thy name made holy now!'
And Anarchy, the skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.
For he knew the Palaces
Of our Kings were rightly his;
His the sceptre, crown and globe,
And the gold-inwoven robe.
So he sent his slaves before
To seize upon the Bank and Tower,
And was proceeding with intent
To meet his pensioned Parliament
When one fled past, a maniac maid,
And her name was Hope, she said:
But she looked more like Despair,
And she cried out in the air:
'My father Time is weak and gray
With waiting for a better day;
See how idiot-like he stands,
Fumbling with his palsied hands!
He has had child after child,
And the dust of death is piled
Over every one but me -
Misery, oh, Misery!'
Then she lay down in the street,
Right before the horses' feet,
Expecting, with a patient eye,
Murder, Fraud, and Anarchy.
When between her and her foes
A mist, a light, an image rose,
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like the vapour of a vale:
Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with lightnings as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky,
It grew - a Shape arrayed in mail
Brighter than the viper's scale,
And upborne on wings whose grain
Was as the light of sunny rain.
On its helm, seen far away,
A planet, like the Morning's, lay;
And those plumes its light rained through
Like a shower of crimson dew.
With step as soft as wind it passed
O'er the heads of men - so fast
That they knew the presence there,
And looked, - but all was empty air.
As flowers beneath May's footstep waken,
As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken,
As waves arise when loud winds call,
Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall.
And the prostrate multitude
Looked - and ankle-deep in blood,
Hope, that maiden most serene,
Was walking with a quiet mien:
And Anarchy, the ghastly birth,
Lay dead earth upon the earth;
The Horse of Death tameless as wind
Fled, and with his hoofs did grind
To dust the murderers thronged behind.
A rushing light of clouds and splendour,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Was heard and felt - and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose
As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And shuddering with a mother's throe
Had turned every drop of blood
By which her face had been bedewed
To an accent unwithstood, -
As if her heart had cried aloud:
'Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story,
Nurslings of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another;
'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.
'What is Freedom? - ye can tell
That which slavery is, too well -
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.
'Tis to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrants' use to dwell,
'So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.
'Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak, -
They are dying whilst I speak.
'Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye;
'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More that e'er its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.
'Paper coin - that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something of the worth
Of the inheritance of Earth.
'Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of ye.
'And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew
Ride over your wives and you -
Blood is on the grass like dew.
'Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood - and wrong for wrong -
Do not thus when ye are strong.
'Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their wingèd quest
Beasts find fare, in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the air.
'Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one -
Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none!
'This is slavery - savage men
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do -
But such ills they never knew.
'What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand - tyrants would flee
Like a dream's dim imagery:
'Thou art not, as impostors say,
A shadow soon to pass away,
A superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of Fame.
'For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
In a neat and happy home.
'Thou art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude -
No - in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see.
'To the rich thou art a check,
When his foot is on the neck
Of his victim, thou dost make
That he treads upon a snake.
'Thou art Justice - ne'er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold
As laws are in England - thou
Shield'st alike the high and low.
'Thou art Wisdom - Freemen never
Dream that God will damn for ever
All who think those things untrue
Of which Priests make such ado.
'Thou art Peace - never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them, when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.
'What if English toil and blood
Was poured forth, even as a flood?
It availed, Oh, Liberty,
To dim, but not extinguish thee.
'Thou art Love - the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their substance to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,
'Or turn their wealth to arms, and make
War for thy belovèd sake
On wealth, and war, and fraud - whence they
Drew the power which is their prey.
'Science, Poetry, and Thought
Are thy lamps; they make the lot
Of the dwellers in a cot
So serene, they curse it not.
'Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou - let deeds, not words, express
Thine exceeding loveliness.
'Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.
'Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.
'From the corners uttermost
Of the bounds of English coast;
From every hut, village, and town
Where those who live and suffer moan,
'From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold -
'From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares -
'Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around
'Those prison halls of wealth and fashion,
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale -
'Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold -
'Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free -
'Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
And wide as targes let them be,
With their shade to cover ye.
'Let the tyrants pour around
With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of a sea,
Troops of armed emblazonry.
Let the charged artillery drive
Till the dead air seems alive
With the clash of clanging wheels,
And the tramp of horses' heels.
'Let the fixèd bayonet
Gleam with sharp desire to wet
Its bright point in English blood
Looking keen as one for food.
'Let the horsemen's scimitars
Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars
Thirsting to eclipse their burning
In a sea of death and mourning.
'Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war,
'And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armèd steeds
Pass, a disregarded shade
Through your phalanx undismayed.
'Let the laws of your own land,
Good or ill, between ye stand
Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
Arbiters of the dispute,
'The old laws of England - they
Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
Children of a wiser day;
And whose solemn voice must be
Thine own echo - Liberty!
'On those who first should violate
Such sacred heralds in their state
Rest the blood that must ensue,
And it will not rest on you.
'And if then the tyrants dare
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew, -
What they like, that let them do.
'With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away.
'Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.
'Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand -
They will hardly dare to greet
Their acquaintance in the street.
'And the bold, true warriors
Who have hugged Danger in wars
Will turn to those who would be free,
Ashamed of such base company.
'And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.
'And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again - again - again -
'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.'
U.S. Army Soldiers and U.S. Army All-Americans participate in an Army Physical Training session together prior to playing a friendly 7-on-7 football game in the Alamodome in the week prior to the U.S. Army All-American Bowl, Jan. 2, 2017 in San Antonio, Texas. During Bowl week, players and band members are paired with Army Soldier Mentors, outstanding Soldiers who have earned distinctions from their commands. The Soldier Mentors attend practices and events throughout the week, which offers them one-on-one time with the All-Americans where they can share their Army Story and important lessons they’ve learned through their Army Service. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Christopher Hernandez, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
•Do you avoid going to the #dentist because you are afraid of the dentist?
•Do you skip dental appointments as the thought of going through dental treatment makes you anxious?
•Has your problem worsen over time just because you were avoiding visiting a dentist?
Well if any of the above sounds familiar then rest assured you are not the only one who has gone through the “fear of dentist / dental #treatment”. There are a lot of people in the world who are afraid of going to the dentist. This anxiety is evident in a variety of ways i.e. form feeling a mild distress of going through dental procedure to going through full on anxiety attack just from the thought of going to a dentist. In the DSM V the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders has characterized this fear as a phobia of visiting a dentist.
Although all people who are afraid of dentist / dental treatment do not meet the DSM-V criteria for dental phobia however even a slight fear can be distressing. The fear can lead to missing appointments, delaying treatments or refusing to visit a dentist altogether. The effects of not getting the proper timely procedures can have alarming consequences. People may have to face drastic consequences by giving up to this fear. Some people suffer from #anxiety attacks, depression and lose their confidence in talking to others affecting their self-esteem and confidence. They avoid smiling just because they fear the embarrassment they would have to face if someone notices their teeth.
There may be different reasons for having this fear. One might avoid going to dentist due to a bad / painful experience during a dental treatment. Others might just fear what is a dentist going to do is he going to just pull out a decaying tooth or just go straight away for a root canal. It’s necessary for a Roseburg dentist to discuss even the minor details of the procedure he is going to perform. The fear of not knowing is terrible but if you explain things in simple terms people might get more comfortable. Those individuals having dental phobia have to consider getting treatment from a psychologist or consult a mental health professional. Getting rid of dental phobia is very important in order to maintain healthy teeth.
Those suffering from dental phobia must take general #healthcare precautions so that until their phobia is dealt with they can somehow manage to maintain healthy teeth on their own. Simple norms like brushing your teeth twice a day every day; using a soft-bristled brush; avoid getting harsh on your teeth while brushing instead brushing gently and going along the gum line and using fluoride tooth paste to avoid dental infections.
Living in fear of anything is not good for your personality because fear can lead to anxiety and anxiety can lead depression and other kinds of mental problems which even if don’t lead to fatality but it can make your living conditions miserable. Why live in misery when you can avoid that and enjoy a healthy peaceful life? Going to a psychologist really helps. Support groups and even supporting friends and family members can help an individual to get past his/her fear and go on living a better fear less life. People around you and close to you can play a very important part in getting rid of your fear however at the end of the day if don’t try yourself no one can change your mindset. We have to step up ourselves and try to motivate our self to get rid of fear.
Street art in Flint, Michigan depicting a lion's head. You can't see it in this photograph but the work is captioned "Fear Less". The artist is James Smith aka 1440.
Soldiers of the U.S. Army Old Guard Fife and Drum Corps, Fort Myer, Va., perform a musical number in Continental Army-era uniforms during the 2018 U.S. Army All-American Bowl Awards Show Jan. 5, 2018, at the Lila Cockrell Theatre in San Antonio, Texas. The Awards Show presents myriad awards and special recognitions for both the U.S. Army All-American football players and band members, culminating in the U.S. Army Player of the Year Award. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Christopher Hernandez, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
Staff Sgt. Keenan McCarter, a baritone vocalist with the Soldiers' Chorus, performs a musical number with the Six String Soldiers during the 2018 U.S. Army All-American Bowl Awards Show Jan. 5, 2018, at the Lila Cockrell Theatre in San Antonio, Texas. The Awards Show presents myriad awards and special recognitions for both the U.S. Army All-American football players and band members, culminating in the U.S. Army Player of the Year Award. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Christopher Hernandez, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
Trevor Lawrence, quarterback and student of Cartersville High School, Cartersville, Ga., receives the U.S. Army Player of the Year Award, presented by General David G. Perkins, commanding general of U.S. Army Training and Doctrine Command and 1958 Heisman Trophy winner Brig. Gen. (Ret.) Pete Dawkins during the 2018 U.S. Army All-American Bowl Awards Show Jan. 5, 2018, at the Lila Cockrell Theatre in San Antonio, Texas. The Awards Show presents myriad awards and special recognitions for both the U.S. Army All-American football players and band members, culminating in the U.S. Army Player of the Year Award. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Christopher Hernandez, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
Jaiden Woodbey, an athlete from St. John Boscoe High School in Bellflower, Calif., runs out onto the field during the pre-game events at the U.S. Army All-American Bowl Jan. 6, 2018, in San Antonio, Texas. The All-American Bowl is the nation’s premier high school football game, serving as the preeminent launching pad for America’s future college and National Football League stars. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Ian Valley, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
Members of the U.S. Army All-American Band perform the national anthem before the All-American Bowl kicks off Jan. 6, 2018, in San Antonio, Texas. The All-American Bowl is the nation’s premier high school football game, serving as the preeminent launching pad for America’s future college and National Football League stars. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Ian Valley, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
U.S. Army Reserve 1st Lt. Katherine Branham of the 416th Theatre Engineering Command compares her airplane with a high school STEM students during the U.S. Army All-American Bowl week Go Army Experience Zone Ten80 STEM workshop Jan. 5, 2018, at Sunset Station in San Antonio, Texas. STEM stands for Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics. Branham was invited to share her experience as an Army Reservists and how that translated into her civilian career during the event. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Ian Valley, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
Xavier Thomas, defensive lineman and student of IMG Academy, Bradenton, Fla., receives the Anthony Muñoz Lineman of the Year Award from the Pro Football Hall of Fame inductee of the same name during the 2018 U.S. Army All-American Bowl Awards Show Jan. 5, 2018, at the Lila Cockrell Theatre in San Antonio, Texas. The Awards Show presents myriad awards and special recognitions for both the U.S. Army All-American football players and band members, culminating in the U.S. Army Player of the Year Award. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Christopher Hernandez, 345th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
~ Swedish Proverb (The swedes are pretty clever that way ;-) )
Another one from Saturday morning when I met up with Chris at Fingal Heads in Northern NSW.
This was taken before first light - I spotted this little puddle left behind by a shower that passed through just before we got there.
Thanks again Chris for yet another great morning.
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Hound dog trailing at Rusland in Cumbria. The mature dogs are fear less and fly over dry stone walls, fences and gates. The camera was focussed on the top of the gate, waiting for the hounds to come across the frame. The upper dog came over the gate so fast it was caught with motion blur, I think this highlights the speed of these animals, what do other people think.
TO let go doesn't mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.
TO let go is not to cut myself off, it's the realization that I can't control another.
TO let go is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences.
TO let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.
TO let go is not to try to change or blame another, I can only change myself.
TO let go is not to care for, but to care about.
TO let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
TO let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
TO let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcome, but to allow others to effect their own outcomes.
TO let go is not to be protective, it is to permit another to face reality.
TO let go is not to deny, but to accept.
TO let go is not to nag, scold, or argue, but to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them.
TO let go is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes, and to cherish the moment.
TO let go is not to criticize or regulate anyone, but to try to become whatever dream I can be.
TO let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.
TO let go is to fear less and to love more.
~ Author Unknown ~
UN Women works with 15 cooperatives in the Kirehe District of Rwanda to increase women farmers’ access to agricultural services. Leaders across the cooperatives are encouraged to increase women’s representation in their decision making structures and to prioritize opportunities to the most vulnerable women members.
Pictured: At a meeting of the Cocamu Coffee Cooperative, Euphrasia Mukamuvera describes how her life has improved since joining the cooperative. She is now able to pay for her children’s education and medical insurance, and fears less of falling ill.
Photo Credit: UN Women/Ana Lukatela
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Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours. ~Swedish Proverb
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He talk less, rest less, fear less but I have to breathe more.
A Portrait of Lumberjack Logger. I saw him this morning, unprotected head and unsuited workwear. Climb and cut a tree (about 10 meters high) without any single rope attached.
He has such good balance and landed from one branch to another just like a leopard in a tree. Amazing People.
I am assuming that his reason of refusing to wear rope while climbing the tree.
At a co-op meeting women explain how their lives have improved after becoming members. They can pay for their children’s educations and medical insurances, and fear less of falling ill.
Photo Credit: UN Women/Ana Lukatela
1. it's a jeep thing., 2. Untitled, 3. Magnolia, 4. love, 5. white spring blossoms, 6. Untitled
7. Nectar, 8. circulation, 9. Uneasy, Plate 2, 10. good-bye.3, 11. Cube Life: Week 10, 12. Day Seventy Six
13. Untitled, 14. O'Hare, 15. santamonica018, 16. Matchbox & Matches, 17. abstract, 18. one} of eighty-five
19. Untitled, 20. bloom, 21. Ishbel, 22. spring breeze, 23. Untitled, 24. Feb*
25. 61/365 fear less, 26. Fluffy McFluffers, 27. blossom., 28. guess what?, 29. 1, 30. favorite scarf
31. march 1rst :: longing for Spring, 32. Untitled, 33. i love the messed up ones the best, 34. ., 35. printemps, 36. slice of sapa
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