Westward bound

As the Americans and the British go to war, I will be on my way to cloudy and rainy Portland, Oregon. My plans seem so unimportant in comparison, and my heart aches when I think of all the suffering to come.

I read this when it was published at the end of January, and I think I'll read it again: 100 Poets Against the War.

George Murray, one of the participating poets, says "So many people seem to think that the poet or poetry doesn't have a useful place in society. But poetry is the oldest form of the evening news, and it used to play a very critical role politically.”