Hillary:I hang suspended Until I know .....

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WASHINGTON — Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton is clearly itching to hit the road. But to where?Curiosity Rises Over Clinton's Itinerary - NYTimes.com
She:
Oh why do the leaves
Of the Mulberry tree
Whisper differently now
And why is the nightingale singing
At noon on the Mulberry bow
For some most mysterious reason
This isn't the garden I know
No it's paradise now
That was only a garden
A moment ago

He:
Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's a danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you

I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
Until I know
There's a chance that you care

Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell him
That he need be
A stranger no more

She:
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare

Both:
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended

She:
Until I know

He:
Till the moment I know

She:
There's a chance that you care

He:
There's a chance that you care

She:
Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise

He:
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for

Both:
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell me that I may be
A stranger no more.

Obama and Hill: Sometimes, good things come to those who don’t wait (forever).

drawing by marguerita (first published in the poignant frog- May 22.2008)
There will be a press conference tomorrow morning declaring the whole thing official, in which the former warring enemies will smile for the cameras and say kind things.

As he read the ads in the weekly newspaper, Mr. Obama, a Chicago young President -elect,, wondered about : people who thought they had shared a meaningful exchange with a stranger (on a bus, in a supermarket, at a stoplight), but could not muster the courage to speak at that moment. What drove them to engage in these improbable long-shot attempts to find that person again?

“These little blurbs are delightfully futile and kind of sad — but so hopeful,” . He was inspired .

There, he and Hillary made eye contact, but they did not speak.

“We did the look-at-you, look-away dance,” Hillary recalled. Those looks continued throughout time, and Mr. Obama said, made him feel “gurgly inside.”

“This is Obama’s band; he gets to call the tunes,” said Charlie Cook, publisher of the nonpartisan Cook Political Report.

“Obama picked Clinton because, after standing next to her in countless debates and having competed against her, he saw her as a very strong, tough, formidable person and wanted her on his team,” Cook said.Bloomberg.com: Politics

Obama ,Hill,Renaissance and Bill

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Hillary Rodham Clinton, a first lady turned senator turned almost-president, is now transforming herself again, this time into the nation’s top diplomat. But she is also back to a role she cannot seem to shake: a canvas for women’s highest hopes and deepest fears about the workplace
.WASHINGTON — Hillary Rodham Clinton has decided to give up her Senate seat to become secretary of state in the Obama administration, making her the public face to the world for the man who dashed her own hopes for the presidency, confidants of Mrs. Clinton said Friday.Clinton Is Said to Accept Offer of Secretary of State Position - NYTimes.com

Billy Kimball: Obamas Expected to Have Sex in White House, Insiders Say

The Secret Service has already begun preparing for the possibility that the president's tight schedule might be interrupted on occasion by a brief sexual interlude. The code phrase to indicate that the president (code name "Renegade") and First Lady (code name "Renaissance") are having sex will be "discussing the Bosnian problem" as in "Renegade can't be disturbed right now. He and Renaissance are discussing the Bosnian problem." In the event that president and Mrs. Obama are, in fact, discussing the Bosnian problem and not having sex, Secret Service agents have been instructed to say that they are "reviewing the Bosnian situation." A spokesman for the Bosnian government could not be reached for comment.

John McCain:“and they helped me keep at bay the unsettled feelings of guilt and self doubt my confession had aroused.”

Mr. McCain’s 1974 thesis, though, also revealed a welter of other emotions about his years as a prisoner of war, including a deep anger at those he considered collaborators, a tough-minded disdain for public hand-wringing about captives like himself, and a sharp impatience with the American government for failing to “explain to its people, young and old, some basic facts of its foreign policy.” But at the same time, Mr. McCain also urged that any military survival training should include lessons in what he called “the necessity to forgive.”

Mr. McCain’s paper sheds new light on the experience that first brought him national attention and remains a staple of his campaign commercials. His conclusions hint at themes of his career, like his habit of making peace with former enemies. And his arguments that the government and the military should have done more to convince the voters and the troops about the case for the war in Vietnam echo in current debates about Iraq as well.

Some officers fresh from Vietnam questioned the premise of the war. “The vast majority of generals who had experience in Vietnam will tell you we should never have gone past the advisory level,” said John H. Johns, a retired Army general and a student at the college that year. But in Mr. McCain’s paper, he instead focused on the failure to sustain public support for the fight.

Passion about Sexism in American life.

"Of course there's been sexism throughout this campaign…. But at this point, keeping track of every tone-deaf criticism matters less than delivering an active, impassioned response. Senator Clinton is the one woman in America right now who has the perspective, and the responsibility, to give that response."And that is as it should be, because if we're going to build a strong progressive coalition, and rebuild this nation, we must stand together. That means refusing to engage in what some have called "the oppression sweepstakes." It also requires a capacity to see race and gender in multi-dimensional terms.And in the months and years ahead, Senator Clinton could highlight policies that challenge structural sexism – whether with regard to women's reproductive rights and healthcare, or pay equity and equal access to positions of power. She could become a bold leader in the Senate on issues of health, education, women's rights, civil rights, labor rights and the many issues that impact the lives of women. http://www.thenation.com/blogs/edcut/326069/hillary_s_exit_strategy

Murdoch : Between a Rock Star and McCain

If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
If I worked my hands in wood I wonder would you still love me?
I say yes, I would, I'll put you above me
That's what I want you to say
And would you save my love from loneliness,
Would you save my love from sorrow,
if you would I give you my onlyness, girl and all of my tomorrows
If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me?
Carrying the pots and the pans that I made,
Walking along the highway
That long lonely highway
If I was a carpenter, and you were a lady
And I was just a carpenter,
Instead of a rock and roll star
Just a carpenter A carpenter
A carpenter
If I Were A Carpenter Lyrics
[Written by Tim Hardin]

Murdoch on John McCain: "McCain is a friend of mine. He's a patriot.
But he's unpredicatble. Doesn't seem to know much about the economy.
He has been in Congress a long time, and you have to make a lot of
compromises. So what's he really stand for?... I think he has a lot of
problems."

Murdoch on Obama: "He is a rock star. It's fantastic." "I love what
he is saying about education. " "He will win...the election". "I am
anxious to meet him." "I want to see if he will walk the walk."

An Elusive Mind

Does he think he's made in God's image, does he think he has a soul? Does he think he has a Jewish soul? Or is Judaism all just a kind of ethnic prison imposed on him from without? You don't know—it's simply not a concern of his. And somehow when you're reading, you don't necessarily miss it.from an interview with Jonathan Rosen- byBlake Eskin the editor of Nextbook.org.

Main Entry:

elu·sive

Pronunciation:

\ē-ˈlü-siv, -ˈlü-ziv\

Function:

adjective

Date:

1719

: tending to elude: as a: tending to evade grasp or pursuit <elusive prey> b: hard to comprehend or define c: hard to isolate or identify

— elu·sive·ly adverb

— elu·sive·ness noun

Alternative Realities

from The Bubble Monsters series (#9)

Tour-de-force of Imagination

from The Bubble Monster series( #8) a.ka Frankie

Jose Saramago :the investigation of the logic of life when something such as sight disappears ...

from The Bubble Monster series( #6)

Mahalia Jackson :We shall overcome

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We Shall Overcome

Lyrics derived from Charles Tindley's gospel song "I'll Overcome Some Day" (1900), and opening and closing melody from the 19th-century spiritual "No More Auction Block for Me" (a song that dates to before the Civil War). According to Professor Donnell King of Pellissippi State Technical Community College (in Knoxville, Tenn.), "We Shall Overcome" was adapted from these gospel songs by "Guy Carawan, Candy Carawan, and a couple of other people associated with the Highlander Research and Education Center, currently located near Knoxville.

We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome some day

CHORUS:

Oh, deep in my heart I do believe We shall overcome some day

2.	We'll walk hand in hand We'll walk hand in hand We'll walk hand in hand some day

CHORUS

3.	We shall all be free We shall all be free We shall all be free some day

CHORUS

4.	We are not afraid We are not afraid We are not afraid some day

CHORUS

5.	We are not alone We are not alone We are not alone some day

CHORUS

6.	The whole wide world around The whole wide world around The whole wide world around some day

CHORUS

7.	We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome some day

CHORUS

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SOURCES:

Eileen S

Tennessee.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmR1YvfIGng&feature=related

Soul,Heart and Tears

Margaritas Ante Porcos

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Let it Be

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Reality

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When is Man going to be Sapiens?

drawing first published in The Nation
Another American humiliation. The Shia gunmen who drove past my apartment in west Beirut yesterday afternoon were hooting their horns, making V-signs, leaning out of the windows of SUVs with their rifles in the air, proving to the Muslims of the capital that the elected government of Lebanon has lost. http://www.independent.co.uk/news/fisk/robert-fisk-hizbollah-rules-west-beirut-in-irans-proxy-war-with-us-825430.html

“to see beyond what others have decided should be the limits "

from published book How Drew Came To Have a Baby Sister- Story by Lucy and drawings by Marguerita

The process — an improvisatory, counterintuitive way of doing things — was always what mattered most to him. “Screwing things up is a virtue,” he said when he was 74. “Being correct is never the point. I have an almost fanatically correct assistant, and by the time she re-spells my words and corrects my punctuation, I can’t read what I wrote. Being right can stop all the momentum of a very interesting idea.”“Anything you do will be an abuse of somebody else’s aesthetics. I think you’re born an artist or not. I couldn’t have learned it, and I hope I never do because knowing more only encourages your limitations.”
He “keeps asking the question — and it’s a terrific question philosophically, whether or not the results are great art,” Tworkov said, “and his asking it has influenced a whole generation of artists.”RobertRauschenberg http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/14/arts/design/14rauschenberg.html?hp

Jack Tworkov- 1900-1982
http://www.usbr.gov/museumproperty/art/biotwork.html

Hillary: A Penis,is a Penis,Is a Penis

" It gives you an erection. It wins the election."

Much is made of the penis. We talk about how to keep it hard, how to make it bigger, and who envies it. The public secret we keep from ourselves -- but at a deep level understand -- is that it is not the penis that matters most. That modest organ is, after all, vulnerable and easily deflated. The phallus is what most men and even some women in a male dominant culture covet, envy, think they possess, fear losing, or try to get back (usually, each of these at different times). In our still patriarchal world, this symbol, in blatant or subtle forms, shows up in our dreams, editorial cartoons, commercials, and political ads. It is often used to represent absolute domination, insensate hardness, omnipotence, unlimited wealth, invulnerability, untrammeled growth, or freedom from all dependency - and sometimes all of these unattainable qualities.

What has become disturbingly evident in the last few months of the primary campaign is that Hillary Clinton is not merely carrying the torch of the "old politics." She is also the ironic bearer of the old masculinity, a knuckle-dragging version of manhood that is defined in terms of domination. In this view, "the man" is whoever can stick it to the other. It is the one who can eviscerate his or her enemy most savagely and with the least remorse. It is the one on top in a zero-sum world. In this curious mutation of patriarchy, anatomy is not destiny. But being a dick is

Stephen J. Ducat, Ph.D., is a clinical psychologist from the San Francisco Bay Area, and has published widely on the psychology of politics. His most recent book is The Wimp Factor: Gender Gaps, Holy Wars, and the Politics of Anxious Masculinity.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/stephen-ducat/revenge-of-the-wimp-facto_b_101412.html

Zyg and Mea: The Triumph of Love

About Zyg and Mea- by Marguerita

In 1999,after many years of my research ,I found on the Internet a volunteer for the Auschwitz Museum,where my mother was a prisoner when it was a concentration camp. .His name was Stefan Swiszowski. a computer science professor in Krakow.
I asked him to locate the building my mother owned on Lazarza Bozna,which I never was able to find the street ,as I later learned ,since the street had a changed of name after the war by the Communists.The street was called thereafter,Ulica Odona Bujwida.

We had a long exchange of messages. Stefan found the building and went there to investigate the facts I knew through my mother’s stories.He found the widow of the janitor ,Maria still living there and she remembered quite well my mother .She told him how my mother would come to her with clothes for the janitor’s son, from the ghetto in Podgorze,where my mother was forced to live after being forced out by the Gestapo from her home.
Maria also told Stefan,that the Lauers,my mother and her first husband did not have children and according to her I did not exist!

Maria confirmed quite a number of details that matched what I knew.According to Stefan,she refused a second visit when he was supposed to record their talk.Stefan,now tells me that he himself could not pursue any further,as “ the Germans not only killed all Jews of Krakow,but also destroyed all documents and archives”.

That turned out to be a great lie.

Undeterred I continued myself and got in contact with the Krakow Archives on Ulica Sienna, where I was able to find documentation relating to the building and my mother’s ownership.
Once more ,through the Internet I met a former krakowian,living in New York who was also trying to retrieve his families property and he gave me the name of his lawyer.
In 2004,I went to Krakow,my first trip to Poland,went to Court and researched my mother’s history in the Archives of Krakow,where I found 17 documents and to Auschwitz ,meeting Teresa Swiebocka the curator who helped me to get the information about my mother’s arrival there on 22.10.44 : KL Plaszow
brought from Limanowskiego 48-M5. Fleischer/Lauer/Tennenbaum/Seltzer-Maria/ Mea/Salomea – A-26.427.

The day of my visit was 21.07.2004.

I had to pay for a parking ticket in Auschwitz.

It was on this trip,on my first day in Krakow,as I come into the Hotel Copernicus,I noticed an English-Polish magazine called Krakout.
Within hours we were sharing a drink with the publisher and I got my assignment.

Zyg and Mea are the embodiment of my family,vis a vis the History of Poland and its Jews,with the images influenced by my mother’s memories and actually seeing the streets where she walked.At the Wawel castle,where she was brought as a janitorial slave, and where my mother saw Hans Frank, I saw a small painting.

Zyg was created, after this painting of Zygmunt,which caught my eye and Mea,of course was my mother.

To My Mother, Auschwitz survivor and my Grandmothers Murdered by Hitler-

On June 6th, in 1988 I was spending an afternoon with my mother, sitting at the table on the corner at 211,the restaurant on Franklyn and West Broadway in Tribeca.
That day was a remarkable one for me,as Stefan my older son,stood up on his feet,on his own for the first time.Stefan was one year and six weeks old.
My mother was telling me that she liked to go to museums and was mentioning to me how a Goya painting of the little boy in a red attire fascinated her on her last visit to the Met. My mother was an artist too, and she painted sporadically,rather inspiring me, to follow through on my path.She was upset that my career was setback,right upon my arrival in America.She was at a loss.She was devastated by my absurd predicament.
We both faced so much together and when my father died in 1967, I had become her guardian and provider.For me ,she become my doll.I loved her very much.When I walked with her,everyone would turn their heads.
Her beautiful skin,with no wrinkles,the white hair,and her class.Her eyes witnessed Mengele,tearing a child from a mother's arms,as she entered the concentration camp.Mengele took the child and threw it against the wall. My mother was beaten by the kapos,as she refused to look at the horror around her and obey their orders.Her ears were torn,as the torquoise earrings,given to her by her grandmother were ripped off by a Nazi guard ,when she was brought into the camp.She was a young married woman,a student of Asian Culture at the Jagiellonski University in Krakow, when one day a German Transportation Third Reich officer invaded her home and building,arresting her husband,a known lawyer, and throwing her mother in law from the fourth floor to the her Death,under my mother's eyes.
Her mother,Ita Seltzer was killed in Treblinka.
My father's mother,Zofia Magazanik was murdered by the Germans and I never was able to find yet documentation.
My mother had a dream,the night before she was taken out from Ravensbrueck,with 36 kilos.
Regina Fenniger,her internist,who happened to be with her during the war,in the same camps,
believed that my mother was dying and in delirium,as my mother was telling her through the night that her father was wearing a house painter's overalls and painting the window shutters in green.....On the next morning,a number of cadaveric Jewish women were taken out in exchange of German soldiers. It was on the last days of the war in 1945.
My mother's eyes always reflected tenderness.She never taught me anger or to hate.
I called her my fountain of Light.
She had a contagious sense of humor and desire to live ,reminding me to laugh and see the colors and beauty of living.I am forever wishing the absurd,if she could only appear again and be near me.We laughed at the fact,that when I went out,to work ,I would call her many times. I would go specially for her to the lower East Side to get for her the Polish sausages, kabanosy.
On May 26th, my mother had turned 77,but I was never aware that that was her real age.
I thought she was much younger,as in her documents after the war,there was another date.
And besides her diabetes,her joie de vivre and ready disposition and alertness to what was happening in the world,reading and informed and interested in every aspect,one would never pinpoint her age.
On that fateful afternoon, of June 6th, late in the day,I drove my mother to her apartment uptown.When I said goodbye,she waived her hands and I felt a strange pain in my heart.
As we returned downtown.my husband and my son,I just wanted to go back to her.
I called her and there was no response.
So we drove uptown.
As I opened the door of the apartment,my mother was lying on the daybed.
I could not wake her up.
Mummy, I was calling her.
I am always calling her.