Fleurs du Mal Magazine
Or see the index
Little And Good
Young Thompson was a bit too short,
But hard as nails and level-headed,
And in his soul the proper sort
Of dogged pluck was deeply bedded ;
To join the ranks he almost ran,
But saw the weedy supersede him ;
Though he was every inch a man,
His country didn’t need him.
He read each passionate appeal
On wall and window, cab and cart ;
How impotent they made him feel !
He tried once more, though sick at heart.
In vain ! He saw the sergeants smirk ;
He argued, but they would not heed him ;
So sullenly trudged back to work
His country didn’t need him.
But, now the standard height’s curtailed,
Again he goes to join the ranks ;
Though yesterday he tried and failed
To-day they welcome him with thanks.
Apparently, he’s just as small,
But since his size no more impedes him,
In spirit he is six foot tall
Because his country needs him.
Jessie Pope
(1868 – 1941)
Little And Good
From: War Poems
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: *War Poetry Archive, Archive O-P, Pope, Jessie, WAR & PEACE
War Girls
There’s the girl who clips your ticket for the train,
And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor,
There’s the girl who does a milk-round in the rain,
And the girl who calls for orders at your door.
Strong, sensible, and fit,
They’re out to show their grit,
And tackle jobs with energy and knack.
No longer caged and penned up,
They’re going to keep their end up
Till the khaki soldier boys come marching back.
There’s the motor girl who drives a heavy van,
There’s the butcher girl who brings your joint of meat,
There’s the girl who cries ‘All fares, please!’ like a man,
And the girl who whistles taxis up the street.
Beneath each uniform
Beats a heart that’s soft and warm,
Though of canny mother-wit they show no lack;
But a solemn statement this is,
They’ve no time for love and kisses
Till the khaki soldier-boys come marching back.
Jessie Pope
(1868 – 1941)
War Girls
From: War Poems
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: *War Poetry Archive, Archive O-P, Pope, Jessie, WAR & PEACE
Aline Sitoé Diatta naît en 1920, au beau milieu des forêts luxuriantes de la Casamance, dans le sud du Sénégal.
Enfant déterminée, puis adolescente indépendante, solitaire et douce, elle quitte la brousse pour se rendre à Dakar afin d’y travailler comme gouvernante dans une famille de colons. C’est là qu’elle entend, pour la première fois, des voix qui lui ordonnent de rentrer chez elle pour libérer son peuple.
Prônant la désobéissance civile et la non-violence, Aline appelle les Sénégalais à lutter pour leurs terres et le respect qui leur reviennent de droit. S’entourant des anciens, comme le veut la tradition diola, écoutant les conseils de son sage ami Diacamoune, la jeune femme est vite érigée en icône de la résistance, magnétique et insoumise, et est sacrée reine.
Menaçant l’ordre établi et mettant à mal l’administration française, Aline, la « Jeanne d’Arc du Sénégal », devient l’ennemie à abattre, mettant, dès lors, sa jeune vie en danger. À travers Aline, Karine Silla renoue avec l’histoire de ses origines et fait entendre la musique de tout un pays grâce à son écriture aussi envoûtante et inspirante que la voix de cette femme de lutte et de coeur qui, plus jamais, ne nous quittera.
Karine Silla est dramaturge, réalisatrice et scénariste. Aline et les hommes de guerre est son quatrième roman. Née à Dakar, elle vit à Paris.
# new books
Aline et les hommes de guerre Broché
de Karine Silla (Auteur)
Livre grand format
Broché
2020
ASIN: B086L1HT7P
Éditeur: L’OBSERVATOIRE (19 août 2020)
Langue: Français
304 pages
ISBN-13: 979-1032908464
Dimensions: 14.1 x 2.7 x 20.1 cm
€ 20,00
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: - Book News, - Bookstores, African Art, Archive S-T, Art & Literature News, WAR & PEACE
Auschwitz. Hiroshima. Cambodia’s killing fields. The World Trade Center. The mass graves of Rwanda.
These places of violent death have become part of the recreational landscape of tourism, an industry that is otherwise dedicated to pleasure and escape. In dark places like concentration camps, prisons, battlegrounds, and the sites of natural disasters, how are memory and trauma mediated by thanotourism, or tourism of death?
In Death Tourism, Brigitte Sion brings together essays by some of the most trenchant voices in the field to look at the tensions created by the juxtaposition of human remains and food stands, political agendas and educational programs, economic development and architectural ambition.
How does a state redefine its national identity after catastrophic trauma?
And what is the role of this kind of tourism in defining their new identity?
A timely volume on an irresistible subject, this inquiry exposes the intersection of leisure with the inhumane, giving insight into how people respectfully share a public space that is both free and sacred, compelling and tragic.
Death Tourism.
Disaster Sites as Recreational Landscape
Edited by Brigitte Sion
Seagull Books
Publication Year: 2014
Format: Paperback
Pages: 356
illustrations
2014
ISBN: 9780857421074
$35
# new books
Death Tourism.
Disaster Sites as Recreational Landscape
by Brigitte Sion
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: - Book News, - Bookstores, Archive S-T, Art & Literature News, AUDIO, CINEMA, RADIO & TV, CRIME & PUNISHMENT, Galerie des Morts, Holocaust, REPRESSION OF WRITERS, JOURNALISTS & ARTISTS, WAR & PEACE
Our Bodies, Their Battlefield: What War Does to Women by Christina Lamb
From Christina Lamb, the coauthor of the bestselling I Am Malala and an award-winning journalist—an essential, groundbreaking examination of how women experience war.
In Our Bodies, Their Battlefields, longtime intrepid war correspondent Christina Lamb makes us witness to the lives of women in wartime. An award-winning war correspondent for twenty-five years (she’s never had a female editor) Lamb reports two wars—the “bang-bang” war and the story of how the people behind the lines live and survive. At the same time, since men usually act as the fighters, women are rarely interviewed about their experience of wartime, other than as grieving widows and mothers, though their experience is markedly different from that of the men involved in battle.
Lamb chronicles extraordinary tragedy and challenges in the lives of women in wartime. And none is more devastating than the increase of the use of rape as a weapon of war. Visiting warzones including the Congo, Rwanda, Nigeria, Bosnia, and Iraq, and spending time with the Rohingya fleeing Myanmar, she records the harrowing stories of survivors, from Yazidi girls kept as sex slaves by ISIS fighters and the beekeeper risking his life to rescue them; to the thousands of schoolgirls abducted across northern Nigeria by Boko Haram, to the Congolese gynecologist who stitches up more rape victims than anyone on earth. Told as a journey, and structured by country, Our Bodies, Their Battlefields gives these women voice.
We have made significant progress in international women’s rights, but across the world women are victimized by wartime atrocities that are rarely recorded, much less punished. The first ever prosecution for war rape was in 1997 and there have been remarkably few convictions since, as if rape doesn’t matter in the reckoning of war, only killing. Some courageous women in countries around the world are taking things in their own hands, hunting down the war criminals themselves, trying to trap them through Facebook.
In this profoundly important book, Christina Lamb shines a light on some of the darkest parts of the human experience—so that we might find a new way forward. Our Bodies, Their Battlefields is as inspiring and empowering is as it is urgent, a clarion call for necessary change.
Christina Lamb is one of Britain’s leading foreign correspondents and a bestselling author. She has reported from most of the world’s hotspots starting with Afghanistan after an unexpected wedding invitation led her to Karachi in 1987 when she was just 22. She moved to Peshawar to cover the mujaheddin fighting the Soviet Union and within two years she had been named Young Journalist of the Year. Since then she has won 15 major awards including five times being named Foreign Correspondent of the Year and Europe’s top war reporting prize, the Prix Bayeux. She was made an OBE by the Queen in 2013 and is an honorary fellow of University College, Oxford.
Our Bodies, Their Battlefield:
What War Does to Women
by Christina Lamb
Publisher: William Collins
5 Mar. 2020
Language: English
Hardcover: 432 pages
ISBN-10: 0008300003
ISBN-13: 978-0008300005
£14.99
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: - Book Stories, - Bookstores, Archive K-L, Feminism, MONTAIGNE, WAR & PEACE
Angriff
Tücher
Winken
Flattern
Knattern.
Winde klatschen.
Dein Lachen weht.
Greifen Fassen
Balgen Zwingen
Kuß
Umfangen
Sinken
Nichts.
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Allmacht
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: Archive S-T, Archive S-T, Stramm, August, Stramm, August, WAR & PEACE
Allmacht
Forschen Fragen
Du trägst Antwort
Fliehen Fürchten
Du stehst Mut!
Stank und Unrat
Du breitst Reine
Falsch und Tücke
Du lachst Recht!
Wahn Verzweiflung
Du schmiegst Selig
Tod und Elend
Du wärmst Reich!
Hoch und Abgrund
Du bogst Wege
Hölle Teufel
Du siegst Gott!
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Allmacht
•fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: Archive S-T, Archive S-T, Stramm, August, Stramm, August, WAR & PEACE
Der Marsch
Rum und Trum
Rum und Trum
“Potz Kerle! hebt die Beine!”
Rum und Trum
Rum und Trum
“Verfluchte Sonne!” … Schweine!
Flüt und Tü
Flüt und Tü
“Der Brand! … die heiße Kehle!”
Flüt und Tü
Flüt und Tü
“Wie lang noch das Gequäle?!”
Träterä
Träterä
“Ei schaut! bläht dort das Röckchen!”
Träterä
Träterä
“Verteufelt steht das Böckchen!”
Rum und Trum
Rumlidibum
“Wie blinkt das Dörfchen heiter!”
Flüt und Tü
Träterä
Und “weiter! weiter! weiter!”
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Der Marsch
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: Archive S-T, Archive S-T, Stramm, August, Stramm, August, WAR & PEACE
Abend
Zähnen
Plantschet streif das Blut des Himmels
Denken schicksalt
Tode zattern und verklatschen
Sterne dünsten
Scheine schwimmen
Wolken greifen fetz das Haar
Und
Weinen
Mein
Zergehn
Dir
In
Den
Schoß.
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Abend
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: Archive S-T, Archive S-T, Stramm, August, Stramm, August, WAR & PEACE
Wiedersehen
Dein Schreiten bebt
In Schauen stirbt der Blick
Der Wind
Spielt
Blasse Bänder.
Du
Wendest
Fort!
Den Raum umwirbt die Zeit!
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Wiedersehen
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: Archive S-T, Archive S-T, Stramm, August, Stramm, August, WAR & PEACE
Gettysburg
O Pride of the days in prime of the months
Now trebled in great renown,
When before the ark of our holy cause
Fell Dagon down-
Dagon foredoomed, who, armed and targed,
Never his impious heart enlarged
Beyond that hour; God walled his power,
And there the last invader charged.
He charged, and in that charge condensed
His all of hate and all of fire;
He sought to blast us in his scorn,
And wither us in his ire.
Before him went the shriek of shells-
Aerial screamings, taunts and yells;
Then the three waves in flashed advance
Surged, but were met, and back they set:
Pride was repelled by sterner pride,
And Right is a strong-hold yet.
Before our lines it seemed a beach
Which wild September gales have strown
With havoc on wreck, and dashed therewith
Pale crews unknown-
Men, arms, and steeds. The evening sun
Died on the face of each lifeless one,
And died along the winding marge of fight
And searching-parties lone.
Sloped on the hill the mounds were green,
Our centre held that place of graves,
And some still hold it in their swoon,
And over these a glory waves.
The warrior-monument, crashed in fight,
Shall soar transfigured in loftier light,
A meaning ampler bear;
Soldier and priest with hymn and prayer
Have laid the stone, and every bone
Shall rest in honor there.
Herman Melville
(1819 – 1891)
Gettysburg
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: Archive M-N, Archive M-N, Herman Melville, WAR & PEACE
Abendgang
Durch schmiege Nacht
Schweigt unser Schritt dahin
Die Hände bangen blaß um krampfes Grauen
Der Schein sticht scharf in Schatten unser Haupt
In Schatten
Uns!
Hoch flimmt der Stern
Die Pappel hängt herauf
Und
Hebt die Erde nach
Die schlafe Erde armt den nackten Himmel
Du schaust und schauerst
Deine Lippen dünsten
Der Himmel küßt
Und
Uns gebärt der Kuß!
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Abendgang
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
More in: Archive S-T, Archive S-T, Stramm, August, Stramm, August, WAR & PEACE
Thank you for reading FLEURSDUMAL.NL - magazine for art & literature