day draws near/
another one/
do what you can.
do what you can.
The last three lines of Czeslaw Milosz's poem, On Angels. In case you're thinking, "I can't do anything because there's too much to do & I'm freaking out at all the bad news." We sympathize. We're not leaving you for the week-end (& who knows how long if the computer crashes) with an image of Bashir, Mugabe, Kony, et al. No. Something from Rome .Somewhere GG & her editor love. To the "...but I can't do anything..." Yes, you can; it's not that difficult. Listen, Milosz was very smart. Read him. And then visit the Enough Project, DPDO, Raise Hope for Congo, & other sites on the right sidebar.
Also, if you can, owning a copy of Carolyn Forchés anthology Against Forgetting: Twentieth Century Poetry of Witness is helpful. (Of course, Carolyn is also a wonderful poet.) It's a tragedy that a new edition with the 21st century will be necessary. But, like Scarlett, let's think of that another day. Meanwhile, have a great week-end, no matter where you are, what you do.
ciao, bambini
GGCM
(We decided on shots from Giampaolo Macorig; to those of you snickering that Rome is the last place to look for real angels, yes, well, point taken. But you can find just about everything in Rome:)