10.15.2004
Recharge
We will do stem cell research," he vowed. "We will stop juvenile diabetes, Parkinson's, Alzheimer's and other debilitating diseases. America just lost a great champion for this cause in Christopher Reeve. People like Chris Reeve will get out of their wheelchairs and walk again with stem cell research."
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
-- If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all."
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22"The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried.
23In hell,[1] where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side.
24So he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.'
25"But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony.
26And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.'
27"He answered, 'Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father's house,
28for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.'
29"Abraham replied, 'They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.'
30" 'No, father Abraham,' he said, 'but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.'
31"He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.' "
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I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
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Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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Since the accident, considerable funds have gone into the science of stem cell research, robotics, and drugs to realize this possibility — to see Christopher Reeves walk again — to see him become the Superman we all believe he is inside. Like the Statue of Liberty, Christopher Reeves is the character of hope, self-determination as a people, the baby-boomergeneration’s sanctified hero, the emblem of determination to persistdespite the odds. This painting shows the Christ-like Chris looking up at his son who embraces his head with his little hands. During these moments of crisis in our political state here in the U.S., we desperately wait for a resolving factor to overcome this disease of ignorance, self-interest, and strength.
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
-- If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all."
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22"The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried.
23In hell,[1] where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side.
24So he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.'
25"But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony.
26And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.'
27"He answered, 'Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father's house,
28for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.'
29"Abraham replied, 'They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.'
30" 'No, father Abraham,' he said, 'but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.'
31"He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.' "
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I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
-----------------
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
---------------
Since the accident, considerable funds have gone into the science of stem cell research, robotics, and drugs to realize this possibility — to see Christopher Reeves walk again — to see him become the Superman we all believe he is inside. Like the Statue of Liberty, Christopher Reeves is the character of hope, self-determination as a people, the baby-boomergeneration’s sanctified hero, the emblem of determination to persistdespite the odds. This painting shows the Christ-like Chris looking up at his son who embraces his head with his little hands. During these moments of crisis in our political state here in the U.S., we desperately wait for a resolving factor to overcome this disease of ignorance, self-interest, and strength.
