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10.05.10

One minute sunny, the next minute silver rain. That is luck, neither good nor bad, but variable, like Irish weather. You can only say Yes to everything, every piece of luck; you'll find out soon enough when No is appropriate and, indeed, healthy.

TS had been nice at first, but later, deep in his cups, he pointed to my ex, at the door of his pub, and said, There's J-- R---- now, don't abuse him. Then he walked away. Bad form, I thought as I reassessed my environment and wondered what JR had told this or that person. But I didn't let anger get the best of me, so much more to feel and experience than the bright flash of rage. I have had seven years of that; enough.

Article 3. Everyone has the right to life, liberty, and security of person. Earlier we had gathered in a square composed of very old stones and, as the river surged past, recited an article each of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Article 5. No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment. The videotaped recital was a performance art piece by Monica Ross, in memory of Jean Charles de Menezes, the young Brazilian man shot seven times by London Metropolitan police shortly after the 7/7 bombings. Article 9. No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile. Each article was released into the public, with the utopian promise of a just and compassionate world.




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