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{homeless in subway by O'Dasor De, LAM}
The King in a carriage may ride, / And the Beggar may crawl at his side; / But in the general race, / They are traveling all the same pace.
~~Edward FitzGerald~~
La Verdad recide donde el Sol besa al Horizonte. Es Estrella, y es Mar. Quema y Ahoga. Es dificil de alcanzar. Pero nos llama como los ojos desnudos de un Sol.
Showing posts with label homeless. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homeless. Show all posts
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Home-Sweet-Home @Chamber St. Subway, NYC
(For March 26, 2009)
8,077 Families
With Children
1,287 Adult Families
6,858 Single Adults
35,072 Total Individuals
every day on our way to work we see homeless folk sleeping on the sidewalk, in the subway stations, in the parks. many are veterans [the drabs are telling].
one particular group around the City Hall area made us curious. ya see, there's a homeless shelter right above the subway station. yet they prefer to sleep as they do, AWAY from the shelter . . .
The Story of Linda Hamilton
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The "Rooms" photo-essay by photographer Fred Conrad; a rotating view of one cramped, overcrowded room in a homeless shelter. evidence of why the street is a better bed for so many.
via
The New York Times
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Foreclosures and Lay-Offs = Americans trickling down to Shanty Towns.
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Now playing: Nashville Session Players - Homeless
via FoxyTunes
Homeless @Fulton Street and Nassau Street, NYC, NY
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Now playing: The Ramones - Daytime Dilemma (Dangers Of Love)
via FoxyTunes
via
Bartlby's
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916.
Love
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate,
Where that comes in that shall not go again;
Love sells the proud heart’s citadel to Fate.
They have known shame, who love unloved. Even then,
When two mouths, thirsty each for each, find slaking,
And agony’s forgot, and hushed the crying
Of credulous hearts, in heaven—such are but taking
Their own poor dreams within their arms, and lying
Each in his lonely night, each with a ghost.
Some share that night. But they know love grows colder,
Grows false and dull, that was sweet lies at most.
Astonishment is no more in hand or shoulder,
But darkens, and dies out from kiss to kiss.
All this is love; and all love is but this.
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.ero
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