Seed Line: My generation is reading history (From Fran)
Grim Echos
In a ‘Leave it to Beaver’ moment, my generation is reading history
Everything must be scrapped, rearranged
Ideas, behavior, purpose, turned up on their axis
We shout, we sing, we take to the streets carrying flowers
We change the fabric of history
Now in age, we watch in horror, as heedless history callously repeats itself
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I think of Yeats as I read you tonight, Winnie:
We cannot change history without knowing it
We cannot change ourselves without knowing who we are
Circles repeat, but gyres move upward
We take to the streets carrying flowers of hope
Hope that the turning point will vary, move upward
Hope that we can may find another direction
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