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In the same way that we need statesmen to spare us the abjection of exercising power, we need scholars to spare us the abjection of learning.

quote by Jean Baudrillard
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One is guilty of all abjection that one does not help to relieve.

quote by Jose Marti
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The abjection of our political situation is the only true challenge today. Only facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.

quote by Jean Baudrillard
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Funeral Becomes a Must

Funeral of the Mind
becomes must though should not
Aggregation-and-Aggravation
be in halt.

Funeral of the Heart
becomes must though should not
Affliction-and-Abjection
be in halt.

Funeral becomes a Must!

poem by Roseville Nidea
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The Dreamer♀

I was to dream
A land before time
When gold are merely stones
And pride is the only power

I was to dream
A life before now
Beyond complexity and madness
Where tale is an education

I was to dream
Only to be awaken
To witness abjection
Where pride is powerless

I was to dream
Only to be awaken
To see ignorance within arrogance
And words are meaningless

poem by Mary McHeaven
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My Knife

My knife is trusted and wanted
By drunkards and those aborted.
My swords are never present at late,
Please do swerve on a path to accelerate.

My life is again to abdicate, to destroy,
And I mean he loses the battle to annoy
Himself. He is himself and he burdens
The life of all who are buoyant with their abdomens.

My living is for God, when I am afloat in the region,
In the saved land I call water of waters, the abjection.
This I object: why does the sea be water and the real knife,
When living on land is far more superior, more than a wife.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Hunger in Botany Bay

Hunger lurks down the streets of Botany Bay;
The lonely child famished and peckish cries for food
None notices the child, for they’re preoccupied with the travesty of justice in Botany Bay
An observant vagabond pays heed to the child, and shares the lone piece of bread
The child ecstatic with what’s it got, runs to its hovel
The hovel where it was raised, is full of abjection and misery
The child runs to its mother, gives the lone piece of bread
The mother in tears, tears up the piece of bread
Gives a piece to the child to satiate its hunger
Keeps the other piece for the other slumbering child
For such is the love of the mother, careless about her own hunger
Gets lost in the agony of doubt, of how she will raise her children
In this world full of misery and pain.

poem by Deepak Hiremath
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Raja Rao

Raja, I wish I knew
the cause of that malady.
For years I could not accept
the place I was in.
I felt I should be somewhere else.

A city, trees, human voices
lacked the quality of presence.
I would live by the hope of moving on.

Somewhere else there was a city of real presence,
of real trees and voices and friendship and love.

Link, if you wish, my peculiar case
(on the border of schizophrenia)
to the messianic hope
of my civilization.

Ill at ease in the tyranny, ill at ease in the republic,
in the one I longed for freedom, in the other for the end of corruption.

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poem by Czeslaw Milosz
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Ultima Verba (My Last Word)

... Quand même grandirait l'abjection publique
A ce point d'adorer l'exécrable trompeur ;
Quand même l'Angleterre et même l'Amérique
Diraient à l'exilé : - Va-t'en ! nous avons peur !

Quand même nous serions comme la feuille morte,
Quand, pour plaire à César, on nous renîrait tous ;
Quand le proscrit devrait s'enfuir de porte en porte,
Aux hommes déchiré comme un haillon aux clous ;

Quand le désert, où Dieu contre l'homme proteste,
Bannirait les bannis, chasserait les chassés ;
Quand même, infâme aussi, lâche comme le reste,
Le tombeau jetterait dehors les trépassés ;

Je ne fléchirai pas ! Sans plainte dans la bouche,
Calme, le deuil au coeur, dédaignant le troupeau,
Je vous embrasserai dans mon exil farouche,
Patrie, ô mon autel ! Liberté, mon drapeau !

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poem by Victor Hugo
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The Abject Ones, Six Falling—Nightingale Confesses Into Straighter Teeth

The term Abjection literally means 'the state of being cast off.' In usage it has connotations of degradation, baseness and abasement of spirit.

'...descend and of the curveship lend a myth to God.' - from 'To Brooklyn Bridge'

The boys, six falling: Tyler Clementi, Raymond Chase, Asher Brown, Billy Lucas, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg

'What does a man come to with his virility gone? ' - Walt Whitman

'He sought for his beautiful body
and encountered his opened blood
Do not ask me to see it! ' - Federico Garcia Lorca*

My Dearest Valdosta,

Even the pigeons on my stoop are silent now.

One mourning dove coos tenderly for these who have taken their own lives publicly on our behalf, for untold scores gone before them with broken hearts enraged, no more to engage the unpersuaded world which, one of them, one of the public ones, in spite of murmuring wharves, in spite of amorous dark alleys bitter in the pitch in the hateful American Twentieth Century, Hart Crane, wrote before his leap from the ship beside the phallic curve where Cuba meets the lisping sea, took his tongue away which sang to us of chill dawns breaking upon bridges whose spans still freely splinter light returning hungover from night wharves' grottoes and denim grasps, World Wars' industrial embraces crushing every man, and now another one abandons his fingers and fiddling, o scattering light, takes flight from ledges to edge close to an embrace no longer forbidden—

And so it was I entered the broken world to trace the visionary company of love... - Hart Crane

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poem by Warren Falcon
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