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From notes@igc.apc.org Tue Apr 16 18:15:56 1996 Received: from igc5.igc.apc.org (192.82.108.36) by MediaFilter.org with SMTP (Apple Internet Mail Server 1.0); Tue, 16 Apr 1996 18:16:04 -0500 Received: from cdp.igc.apc.org (cdp.igc.apc.org [192.82.108.1]) by igc5.igc.apc.org (8.7.5/8.7.3) id LAA20429; Tue, 16 Apr 1996 11:20:55 -0700 (PDT) Date: 16 Apr 1996 10:18:10 Reply-To: Conference "zamir.chat"From: dds99@uno.cc.geneseo.edu Subject: Re: http://mediafilter.org/SJ/Pages/military addresses To: Recipients of zamir-chat-l Message-ID: <1382462460-138316@mediafilter.org> In-Reply-To: <1386437355-2073853@mediafilter.org> X-Gateway: conf2mail@igc.apc.org Errors-To: owner-zamir-chat-l@igc.apc.org Precedence: bulk Lines: 25 To anyone who wants to answer, I'm doing a paper on Milosevic and would like to get information from actual people. If anyone could comment on: 1. Slobo controlling the press 2. His ties to the Serbian Orthodox Church 3. Ethnic Cleansing 4. His nationalism 5. Bringing down the 1974 constitution and WHY? 6. Reasons for creating a "Greater Serbia" Thank you very much. From notes@igc.apc.org Tue Apr 16 18:17:39 1996 Received: from igc5.igc.apc.org (192.82.108.36) by MediaFilter.org with SMTP (Apple Internet Mail Server 1.0); Tue, 16 Apr 1996 18:17:39 -0500 Received: from cdp.igc.apc.org (cdp.igc.apc.org [192.82.108.1]) by igc5.igc.apc.org (8.7.5/8.7.3) id MAA00657; Tue, 16 Apr 1996 12:49:59 -0700 (PDT) Date: 16 Apr 1996 11:24:09 Reply-To: Conference "zamir.chat" From: eperry@capital.net Subject: http://mediafilter.org/SJ/Pages/Three poems by William R. Myshrall To: Recipients of zamir-chat-l Message-ID: <1382457945-240556@mediafilter.org> X-Gateway: conf2mail@igc.apc.org Errors-To: owner-zamir-chat-l@igc.apc.org Precedence: bulk Lines: 189 I am submitting these poems as a favor for a former teaching colleague of mine in Catskill, NY. He has now retired to So. California, but he does not have internet access, and so he asked me to post these for him so they'd "get to" Bosnia. He calls this "trilogy", "Three Poems for Warring Peoples". All penned by William R. Myshrall (1925- ) ~~~ A BELL FOR SARAJEVO ~~~ What should we make it out of, This Bell for Sarajevo? Can blood and bones be cast in bronze To Knell for Sarajevo? And why not gather scattered teeth And orphaned hands and feet To Toll for Sarajevo? Could that alloy give a tongue To the Skeleton City? Could it sound the depth of grief In Sarajevo? Even so, there's no tower left to hold, And no hands clean or strong enough To ring A Bell for Sarajevo. -- March 1994 ~~~ GOOD MORNING MR. MILOSEVIC ~~~ Good morning, Mr. Milosevic. Did you sleep well? Is this really a house you live in? With doors and windows that open and close? With furniture, too? It's hard to picture you sitting down to a meal at a table all in one piece. We wonder whether a smiling wife and happy children will join you for breakfast (all in one piece). Imagine! A whole family! Though yours would never remind you of the thousands who can't sleep well, whose doors and windows are blown out, who have no table for breakfast, and don't care, either: After all, a table would madden them every day, at every meal, when the dishes were served, with the terrible, final cold of its empty places. -- December 1995 ~~~ SERBIAN GARDEN ~~~ What kind of garden could this be? Surely no seeds were planted here. Guilty weeds and tell-tale surfaced stones show that the ground was dug, and dug not too long ago. But not for potatoes, not for squash. No, it was dug much deeper, see? This is a garden of the murdered dead. Your shovel won't turn up a tuber. Oh, no, you'll get to see how bullets shot through eyes and entered fear-crazed open mouths, shattering teeth, tearing away tongues, and ripping open backs of necks. You'll see what you thought you could never see on Christian earth. Look what I just found: this was a girl's face -- nine, ten years old, do you think? See what the gun, or maybe it was a bomb, did to her nose. That *was* her nose, wasn't it? (My mother always said I had my father's nose.) Jesus! Cover it up! Throw back the dirt! Throw back history! How can we live with the shame of bearing witness? How face one another and say: This is our world! These are our times! This is the work of God's image! -- April 1996