Where were you when it happened?
It was a day like no other in the history of this great nation. I'm, of course, talking about Leelee (or, as I've called her since that day, "ee") Sobieski's reading of her 9/11 poem on Jay Leno. Here's the transcript (found here). NEVER forget.This Day And All The Rest
One day.
One.
More than another.
The other,
that day,
those people,
too many,
too personal,
but not.
People you know know,
but you yourself know not.
Crashing down,
all frown,
hurting,
walking,
silently screaming,
slowly running,
often feeling nothing.
Seeing the lucky ones fleeing,
seeing those trapped inside.
Cry.
Cry.
It's OK.
It's not OK.
Smile if it's natural
Feel alive.
The president speaks,
The situation reeks an act of war.
I enter my room, close the door
Sit here.
Here where buildings do not fall to the floor.
we young will experience much more
future, liberty, the freedom to mope about in poetry.
My brother I love you.
Old friends and family too.
Safe for now glad to know I'm alive with all of you.
Feel what is real feel later heal.
One.
One person feeling the same as all the rest.
Please let us act and do what is best.
previously:
1. Who CARES where we were...
posted by copyranter @ 8:25 AM
8 Comments:
This
is why I hate.
Poetry.
Self-important, pretentious.
Bullshit.
Take newspaper story.
And remove 80% of words.
And you have poetry.
So original.
Wow.
Big fucking deal.
I'd fuck her.
I'd just stare at her tits, thinking about the various ways I could bonk her while she prattled away, her voice sounding like the teacher in Charlie Brown.
When I was young, people used to talk about where they were when they heard JFK got shot. This is the "where were you" of our generation. Some people deal with it. Other people go on TV and think everyone gives a shit.
shutupshutupSHUTUP you ditzy broad!!!
I wish I could find that clip...already checked youtube. Wasn't it so painful?? Jay Leno just looked dumbstruck, and Arsenio Hall, who was the other guest that night, looked like he was struggling not to bust out laughing.
I'm still traumatized.
Hot hot hot. Hot.
Hot hot.
Hot hot.
Hot.
So hot.
It's a lovely poem and Leelee is a lovely person. Everyone has their own way of coping with tragedy. She's an artist, and that was her way. I respect her for having the balls to read something that personal.
we can all learn more about empathy and acceptance,i think being more mindful of others thoughts is a good start,watch leelee in the movie HEAVENS FALL and than reflect for a moment how this whole world is like the twisted branches all reaching in different directions [and in expessions}searching to make sense of it all...the fact is some folk have expressions of deep feelings for events beyond thier control is to be human and Leelee Sobieski wrote a poem to share on a show;so why not?..I like it a lot,THANK YOU,LEELEE SOBIESKI very much ,your heart is felt and your mind is sharp and aware keep it up.THE OUTSIDER,wicker man
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