{"id":79,"date":"2008-12-15T20:10:27","date_gmt":"2008-12-15T20:10:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/justapollo.co.uk\/blog\/?p=79"},"modified":"2009-10-28T22:48:28","modified_gmt":"2009-10-28T22:48:28","slug":"into-the-wild","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/justapollo.co.uk\/blog\/2008\/12\/into-the-wild\/","title":{"rendered":"Into The Wild"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of quotes to stand out <em>(of which there are many) :<\/em><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;When you forgive you love. When you love God shines his light on you&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Happiness is only real when shared&#8221;.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p align=\"center\">&#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211;   <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.english.uiuc.edu\/maps\/poets\/m_r\/olds\/poems.htm\">I Go Back to May 1937 (from The Gold Cell) by Sharon Olds<\/a><br \/>\nI see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,<br \/>\nI see my father strolling out<br \/>\nunder the ochre sandstone arch,<br \/>\nthe red tiles glinting like bent<br \/>\nplates of blood behind his head,<br \/>\nI see my mother with a few light books at her hip<br \/>\nstanding at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the<br \/>\nwrought-iron gate still open behind her,<br \/>\nits sword-tips black in the May air,<br \/>\nthey are about to graduate, they are about to get married,<br \/>\nthey are kids, they are dumb,<br \/>\nall they know is they are innocent, they would never hurt anybody.<br \/>\nI want to go up to them and say Stop,<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t do it&#8211;she&#8217;s the wrong woman,<br \/>\nhe&#8217;s the wrong man, you are going to do things<br \/>\nyou cannot imagine you would ever do,<br \/>\nyou are going to do bad things to children,<br \/>\nyou are going to suffer in ways you never heard of,<br \/>\nyou are going to want to die. I want to go<br \/>\nup to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,<br \/>\nher hungry pretty blank face turning to me,<br \/>\nher pitiful beautiful untouched body,<br \/>\nhis arrogant handsome blind face turning to me,<br \/>\nhis pitiful beautiful untouched body,<br \/>\nbut I don&#8217;t do it. I want to live.<br \/>\nI take them up like the male and female<br \/>\npaper dolls and bang them together<br \/>\nat the hips like chips of flint as if to<br \/>\nstrike sparks from them, I say<br \/>\nDo what you are going to do, and I will tell about it. <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">&#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211;   <\/p>\n<p><object width=\"320\" height=\"265\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/v\/BHaZdZ4oi9o&#038;hl=en&#038;fs=1&#038;rel=0&#038;color1=0x2b405b&#038;color2=0x6b8ab6\"><\/param><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"><\/param><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"><\/param><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/v\/BHaZdZ4oi9o&#038;hl=en&#038;fs=1&#038;rel=0&#038;color1=0x2b405b&#038;color2=0x6b8ab6\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" width=\"320\" height=\"265\"><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of quotes to stand out (of which there are many) : &#8220;When you forgive you love. 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