Edward Snowden is in all likelihood one of the greatest Americans of all time, in terms of bravery, principled action, and impact. Rather than vilifying him, President Obama - more than ever a Bushlite character - should be pardoning him and making him a national hero. One day there may be a Snowden statue in Washington. Snowden, unless his story proves a false cover, gave up a life of relative luxury as a spy in Hawaii, on a big salary, to potentially die or be imprisoned for life, simply to express - as is his American right - the need for human freedom, and for the US government to stop their Big Brotherish invasion. Or, perhaps you see him as an enemy, aiding those who would attack America? Perhaps he is that complex thing, like Socrates before him - the gadfly destined to be executed by the state, yet indispensable even in his most painful revelations and questioning of democracy. Either way, Eyewear opens up its pages to POETS FOR SNOWDEN. 10 years after 100 POETS AGAINST THE WAR, it is time for POETS FOR SNOWDEN. If you send them in, I will post them. Include name please and bio - don't worry, the NSA already know who you are anyway.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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