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From notes@igc.apc.org Tue Apr 16 18:15:56 1996
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Date: 16 Apr 1996 10:18:10
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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
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Date: 16 Apr 1996 11:24:09
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Subject: http://mediafilter.org/SJ/Pages/Three poems by William R. Myshrall
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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