FAO Quotables

"But being right, even morally right, isn't everything. It is also important to be competent, to be consistent, and to be knowledgeable. It's important for your soldiers and diplomats to speak the language of the people you want to influence. It's important to understand the ethnic and tribal divisions of the place you hope to assist."
-Anne Applebaum

Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, October 19, 2015

What I Read Last Week: Pro-life means pro-gun control, a missile's aftermath, Yakuza photos, Contempt in Marriage and Politics in Madagascar

How one evangelical activist changed his mind on gun violence
A preacher's journey toward an expansive understanding of pro-life the grew from one focused on protecting the unborn to also protecting life in general through gun control.  Personally, I tend to agree that protecting the unborn goes hand in hand with fighting gun violence from a consistency aspect.


In Yemen, Death From Above, Grief Below
While we're reading about the value of life, this is a sober account of what the aftermath of a missile strike looks like for civilians.  So often, the actuality of these events are masked behind passive headlines--it's important to remember that a person's value is independent of their country of origin and that government's relationship to another.

This Photographer Was Given Access Inside One Of Japan’s Yakuza Crime Families
An intriguing and frightening glimpse into the seedy underworld of Japan's crime world.  The depth to which the photographer seems to have been lulled into its pull speaks to families' power--he glosses over the deleterious aspects of their existence quickly--ignoring the implications of prostitution, bribery and corruption.

Easier Said Than Done On the elusive quest for political stability in Madagascar
While Soamiely may be pretty much the only person writing in English on Malagasy culture and politics, he's also an incredible talented and interesting writer.  He's on my weekly reading list.  This article is a great example from June this year in which he dissects the (in)efficacy of the government in Madagascar to make concrete progress.

Couples Who Stay Together Follow This One Rule
I will just give you the rule: "If an argument crosses over from anger to contempt, it needs to stop immediately."

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Valentine's Day Poem for my Wife



This is my life poem to my amazing wife and incredible mother to our daughters.  I added two verses to it over Christmas and plan to continue to add to it over the course of our lives together. 

You, My Love

You inhabit me my love
Grow deep and young inside me
Like a sapling
You sink your roots
They wander
and wonderfully
entangle me my love.

You transfuse me my love
My blood is no longer my blood
For you are present even there
Flowing
Ebbing
Beating
Searching out
my innermost places my love.

You have taken up residence my love
In the furthest reaches
Of the slumber of my sleep
You run with me
Your hand in mine
In impossible places
In surreal dimensions
of my dreams my love.

You come to me my love
A smile that creases my face
An echo of your joy
Surprising me
In the midst of my day
Memories of you
Flash and burn
Images of you
flickering and searing across my mind my love.

You, like a spirit my love
Like the inside of my soul
That I never knew
Before you
Who pulses now always
Inside of me my love.

You, embodiment of answered prayers my love
Extension of grace
Shining down upon me
Soaking into me
Seeping into my every thought
The crown upon my head my love.

You are there in the morning light my love
In my waking moments
I reach for you
I am drawn by the immeasurable gravity
Of your love my love
Against you
Amaranthine rock my love.

You infuse laughter in my life my love
You peal
And beckon me
Your song dances
Your voice
Clarion
Notes floating
And leaping
Whirling
And washing over me my love.

You abide restlessly in my heart my love
Always increasing
Pushing me further
Multiplying passion
Never ceasing
Insatiable hunter
Of my heart my love.

Always always always my love
You will remain the lover of my youth
As we grow old and everything around us decays and rusts
For you and I my love—nothing alters
For you my love
Are Beauty, eternally defined
Tattooed kisses accumulating overlapping everlasting
Across the story of my life my love.


You, the radiant carrier of life my love

Your belly swollen and growing

Your face beaming and golden

You, emerging and evolving

Into an even higher form of beauty

Me, falling deeper and deeper into you

You, Possessor of generations, my love.


You: succor, nourisher and protector,

Our babies cling to you

Like vines they surround and grow to you.

Pillar of strength and zenith of grace

Your love refuses to ebb and only grows

Washing over, sustaining, and imbuing protection

You are the sun and your gravity immense

Pulling us deeper into the chasms—of your love,

Mother and lover of our children my love.


You my love
Are me
And I
am you.

We.
my love.

We.



To my Readers: 
Incidentally, you should buy this book if you don't already own it.  The best love poems ever written: 
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair: Dual-Language Edition (Penguin Classics) (Spanish Edition) by Pablo Neruda.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

A Poem for my Wife on Her Birthday--You, My Love


My darling wife, my love, the mother of my daughters, had only one request for her birthday today--a poem.  

I only regret that I haven't written her more poems these past four years--but find joy in that I have so many future years during which to put pen to paper.  

To my muse.


You, My Love

You inhabit me my love
Grow deep and young inside me
Like a sapling
You sink your roots
They wander
and wonderfully
entangle me my love.

You transfuse me my love
My blood is no longer my blood
For you are present even there
Flowing
Ebbing
Beating
Searching out
my innermost places my love.

You have taken up residence my love
In the furthest reaches
Of the slumber of my sleep
You run with me
Your hand in mine
In impossible places
In surreal dimensions
of my dreams my love.

You come to me my love
A smile that creases my face
An echo of your joy
Surprising me
In the midst of my day
Memories of you
Flash and burn
Images of you
flickering and searing across my mind my love.

You, like a spirit my love
Like the inside of my soul
That I never knew
Before you
Who pulses now always
Inside of me my love.

You, embodiment of answered prayers my love
Extension of grace
Shining down upon me
Soaking into me
Seeping into my every thought
The crown upon my head my love.

You are there in the morning light my love
In my waking moments
I reach for you
I am drawn by the immeasurable gravity
Of your love my love
Against you
Amaranthine rock my love.

You infuse laughter in my life my love
You peal
And beckon me
Your song dances
Your voice
Clarion
Notes floating
And leaping
Whirling
And washing over me my love.

You abide restlessly in my heart my love
Always increasing
Pushing me further
Multiplying passion
Never ceasing
Insatiable hunter
Of my heart my love.

Always always always my love
You will remain the lover of my youth
As we grow old and everything around us decays and rusts
For you and I my love—nothing alters
For you my love
Are Beauty, eternally defined
Tattooed kisses accumulating overlapping everlasting
Across the story of my life my love.

You my love
Are me
And I
am you.

We.
my love.
We.




Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Poet of the Week from Madagascar: Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo

Poet of the Week from Madagascar: Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo

As someone who has always been drawn to the French Romantic poets, Rabearivelo struck a chord with me.  As African poets, go he's an obscure despite laying claim to the unofficial title as "Africa's first modern poet."
   He died by suicide, in 1937 having lived his entire life on what was then the French pastoral colony of Madagascar (he was prohibited by the authorities from leaving the island). 


He kind of looks like Tiger Woods, n'est-ce pas?













9


The secret hives are aligned
near the lianas of heaven,
among the luminous nests.


Gather nectar there, bees of my thoughts,
little bees winged with sound
within the pregnant cloud of silence;
laden yourself with resin
perfumed with stars and wind:
we will seal all the gaps
communicating with the tumult of life.


Laden yourself also with stellar pollen
for the prairies of the earth;
and tomorrow, when there will be wreathed
the wild roses of my poems,
we will have celestial rose hips
and sidereal seeds.


Pomegranate, lines 9-13

Its taste will be sweeter,
because it was pregnant with desire
And with fearful love and scented blossoms -
Pregnant by the love sun.

Other links of Rabearivelo:

http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/cm/africana/rabieri.htm
http://www.pittsburghcitypaper.ws/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A48767
http://creativequotations.com/one/1358.htm

FUUO Past Poets of the Week:
http://fuuo.blogspot.com/2012/05/african-poets-of-week-compilation.html

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Diplomat's Dictionary Daily Quotable

Diplomat's Dictionary Daily Quotable:

Hatred, cure: "The only cure for hatred is a brave act of love."

This one is probably my favorite quote thus far! 

Humility, virtue of: "Never seem wiser or more learned than the people you are with."
-Lord Chesterfield, 1748

Humility is the lost virtue of the 20/21st century.

Humor, sense of: "It's better to have a sense of humor than no sense at all."
-Mark Twain

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Poet of the Week from Senegal: Leopold Senghor


The return of the POET OF THE WEEK.

Poet of the Week from Senegal: Leopold Senghor 
    I love this poem and the hope and love it carries as he describes an Africa without borders.  I think the way he flows from country to country in each line is significant in that it speaks to his belief in the potential for this continent.  
    But I am EXCITED to include more of his poems in future postings because he is so gifted.  Honestly I haven't been this excited to discover a new poet since I first read Pablo Neruda!
     And now for your history lesson:  
*Senghor was Senegal's first president from 1960-1980 (the airport in Dakar is named for him)
*He espoused what has been called "African Socialism" and coined the 'négritude'.  (more on both of these terms in a later post)
*He was the first African member of l'Academie Française
*And as you will learn...he was an amazing poet!  Can you imagine some of our past presidents writing the type of poetry he wrote?
Et nous baignerons mon amie
by Léopold Sédar Senghor
  • And we shall be bathed, my love, in the presence of Africa. 
  • Furnishings from Guinea and the Congo, heavy and burnished, calm and dark. 
  • Masks, pure and primeval, on the walls, distant but so present! 
  • Ebony thrones for ancestral guests, for Princes of the Hill Country. 
  • Musky perfumes, thick grass-mats of silence, 
  • Shadowed cushions for lazing, the sound of a spring -- of peace. 
  • Mythic tales and far-off songs, voices woven like the strip-cloths of the Sudan. 
  • And then, dear lamp, your kindness in cradling the obsession with this presence, 
  • Black, white, and red: oh, red like the earth of Africa. 
Et maintenant, en français...c'est evident que quand on traduit on perd toujours quelquechose:

Présence Africaine
Et nous baignerons, mon amie, dans une présence Africaine

Des tapis étincelants et doux de Tombouctou
Des coussins maures, des parfums fauves
Des meubles du Guinée et du Congo

Nous baignerons dans une présence Africaine

Sombres et lourds
Des nattes bien épaisses de silence
Des masques primitifs et purs aux murs
Primitifs et durs

Lampes amicales
Amicale ta tendresse adoucira
L’obsession de cette présence

Nous baignerons dans une présence Africaine

Noires, fauves et rouges
Rouge comme la terre d’Afrique.




FUUO Past Poets of the Week:
Some of my favorite poetry books: