In Second Life, Gandalle is sitting in a
wheelchair. Gandalle is handicapped in real and in real he lives in a
residential community, in the western of the
Gandalle told me about his real life and
about his feelings after he was moved to another part of the village, last
summer. Maybe that, to give him care, is more easy where he now lives but for
him it is so hard to be between people he can not talk with, because of there disabilities.
He made a poem in Dutch and he translated
it in English.
It very much touched me and asked Gandalle
if I could publish it here and he allowed it.
Object of
care.
Basic Care
as
efficiently (quickly) as possible
poo, pee
staff
as slaves,
nothing
more give than basic care
at the
leash
of the
Ministry of Health
Helpless
souls
not knowing
who they
are
not able
to drive
Bodies
Dumped
behind flat screen TV
Man become
objects made flesh care
managers
determine how much humanity
Staff must
give
the rest of
leaving
far away
family and friends
In this
world
Dumped by
the care management
Oh God, my
God,
why, why
hast You
forsaken me?
Ma01082011
Gandalle
Dovgal
Gandalle also gave me, what he called in Dutch
a "gespreksverhaal". It is the story about him as seagull that meets
an old friend, who is past away, and became an eagle. That friend introduces
him to another seagull named Jonathan.
Seagull and Jonathan, did off course,
remind me of the music Neil Diamond wrote to the film with the same name, Jonathan
Livingston Seagull (published in 1973).
Jonathan Livingston Seagull, written by
Richard Bach, is a fable in novella form about an seagull learning about life
and flight, and a homily about self-perfection. It was first published in 1970
as "Jonathan Livingston Seagull — a story."
And listening to that album, and special to
the song BE, I did read his story and it made me cry.
you
can switch off the background music by clicking the II button on the
flashplayer at the the bottom of this page
BE
Artist : Neil Diamond
Title : Jonathan Livingston Seagull
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Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
And we
dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it
While the
sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
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