These are lyrics from The Eagles- Hell freezes Over- A new york minute.
Its sort of strange how it matches up.

Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
in the morning

He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfold
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hand on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own
One day they're here;
Next day they're gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark,
"Baby, I've changed. Please come back."

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there's somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
You can get out of the rain
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

This is a new post, sorry if its in the wrong place or if its inappropriate.Just thought I could share this little bit.

in memoriam... shall the heroes and the misfortunate ones whom losed their lives rest in peace...

my friend once told me "don't be sad that many died, be thankful that others lived"

I like this image..

I like it as well Garg, thank you for sharing it

I already posted this in another room, but it seems to belong in this thread. Written for the people who planned and carried out the September 11 attacks:

May breath for a dead moment cease as jerking your
head upward you hear as if in slow motion floor
collapse evenly upon floor as one hundred and ten
floors descend upon you.

May what you have made descend upon you.

May the listening ears of your victims their eyes their
breath enter you, and eat like acid
the bubble of rectitude that allowed you breath.

May their breath now, in eternity, be your breath.

Now, as you wished, you cannot for us
not be. May this be your single profit.

Of your rectitude at last disenthralled, you
seek the dead. Each time you enter them
they spit you out. The dead find you are not food.

Out of the great secret of morals, the imagination to enter
the skin of another, what I have made is a curse.

--Frank Bidart

Please ignore the previous post. I would prefer that this day be one of compassion rather than one of vengeance.

no shit. that's pretty interesting.

Hah! Want to know something scary? Fear this!

Anyone who knows me knows I have no life, and having no life I spend a lot of time online, and being online a lot I found out about MUD's quite a long time ago, and being that I like MUD's I tend to go to them and.... BUILD ON THEM.

So, being a builder on a MUD, Aliens Versus Predator: War (avp.dhs.org 4444), I was set forth with the task of creating a zone (area wherein players would move about). My idea, twin skyscrapers which were smashed into by alien spacecraft.

My idea was constructed and finished before the end of August 2001.

Tada!

FEAR ME! I am a prophet! I am nostradamus incarnate!

Your lack of depth and understanding is almost comical. Regardless of how you feel about things, I do not need your approval to feel the way I do. That poem, written by a nebel laureat poet shortly after the attack, is a perfectly legitimate expression of rage and folly in the face of such an event. Just for your education I have decided to post an article written by the cair of the english department of Harvard University, himself a Nobel Laureat, wherin he discusses Frank Bidart's piece.

By ROBERT PINSKY
I have read many poems responding to the Sept. 11 attacks. Most of them seem rooted not in a response to the event itself but in the poet's sense of what one should feel or say about such an event: something large-minded, or patriotic, or loyal, or insightful, or moral.

Contrary to that procedure, the art I admire most begins with some real experience. Frank Bidart's poem "Curse," in a way shockingly, comes from the poet's actual response to a terrible and terrifying reality.

The poem is just what its title says it is: a curse on the perpetrators.

As in the traditional Christian idea of a curse, as I understand it, the curse attains and asserts a moral balance or standard. I particularly admire the memorable phrase "a bubble of rectitude" for the ecstasy of self-righteousness that let the terrorists kill thousands of innocent people. In keeping with the Thomist or Augustinian idea that the consciousness of sin is the sin's punishment, Bidart wishes for the killers--or wishes upon them--a full understanding of the suffering, loss and pain they inflicted.

"Of your rectitude at last disenthralled," he imagines those who committed the act, burdened at last by the terrible understanding of what they have done, seeking their victims. He imagines the victims spitting them out.

Is this formulation, Bidart's moral imagining of the crime and its just consequence, itself self-righteous? Has he constructed his own "bubble of rectitude" for himself? His self-doubt, in the resolution of the poem, is a moving engagement with that problem.

Citing the notion of Percy Shelley that empathy, imagining oneself in the skin of another, is the secret core of all morality, Bidart acknowledges with a kind of resigned horror that what he has made of that noble idea is a curse.


Educate yourself. Maybe if you do, one day you may actually achive the level of empathy and understanding that you claim for yourself.

hey everyone, you're probably having September 11 right now in US while we're having Sept. 12 in Australia, but i just thought i'd sent my condolences to all of you. My deepest sympathies to all those who have lost a friend or loved one on that fateful day. my prayers are with everybody.......

may God one day open our eyes and destroy these walls of hatred between us......

*blows everyone a flying kiss*

from a vigil i went to today. thought i'd share.

There was a compilation of quotes of WTC witnesses from news audio put together by one of our local radio stations, the used New York Minute in the backround, and it was pretty damned eerie.

Great Superman image.

garg.. that artwork is awe-inspiring.. done by the best painter, Alex Ross... thanks for sharing it with us.