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To the people of New York, Paris, or London, "death" is a word that is never pronounced because it burns the lips. The Mexican, however, frequents it, jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it; it is one
of his favorite toys and most steadfast love.
Of course, in his attitude perhaps there is as much fear
as there is in one of the others; at least he does not hide it;
he confronts it face to face with patience, disdain, or irony.
--Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude
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“Destruction of
Sacred Burial Grounds Prompts Federal Judge to Protect Some Tribal Sites from
Dakota Access Pipeline” By Larry Buhl • Tuesday,
September 6, 2016
(This did not work out. The courts and feds must make more decisions.)
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Show me the manner in which a nation or a community cares for its
dead and I will measure with mathematical exactness the tender sympathies of
its people, their respect for the laws of the land and their loyalty to high
ideals.
--William
E. Gladstone
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The Day of the Dead by
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Midweek Motif ~
The Day of the Dead
November 2nd is the second day of Day of the Dead or El Dia de los Muertos celebration in Mexico.
This is not a day of burial, but one of commemoration and feasting at the graves of dead relatives and friends. If this seems bizarre to you, think how lonely visits to graves must seem to those who honor El Dia de los Muertos.
Your Challenge: In a new poem, bring us to a traditional way of commemorating the dead.
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Poetry Celebrations.com!
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Seamus Heaney reads 'Funeral Rites.' York Festival of Ideas, 26/06/2013
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| By Geoffrey Grigson # Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community. Don't forget to put a link to this prompt with your poem.
(Next week Sumana's Midweek Motif will be ~ Path)
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