…they grind the rocks into gravel with hammers forged from the ore mined from the earth moving mountains that reach to the stars that they have mapped and charted according to their route around The Sun. They drill and dig the earth and they build towers to the sky. Here in the Barren Lands. Steel, Iron, and Glass Guns, Diamonds, and Gold building castles and temples from the ruins of the old The earth and her children have been bought and sold Here in the Barren Lands. You slashed and burned the forest to graze your sheep by the still waters as my children weep You plunder our villages and pillage our camps you’ve bashed our babies heads against walls we’ve built with our own hands Here in the Barren Lands. Empires and gods made in the image of man the seeds you have sown will be reaped by your hand bow to your knees and prepare to stand Here in the Barren Lands.
The Borderline Anti-Memory PastBook asks questions a diary does not ask and raises the questions to dialectics and answers them in a way a memory work does not answer questions.
325 letters my father wrote to my mother during his time in World War II.
Woven together in a timeline of events of three of his brothers, 5 brothers-in-law, and one cousin, all 10 of them were in WWII at the same time.