Yes,? David, I can't ever seem to format correctly to ETC. There should be three prose paragraphs
beneath each geographical heading.
Larissa
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From: David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thu, 29 May 2008 1:08 am
Subject: Re: SNAP: Kalinivka
Has the format had a mishap here Larissa?
2008/5/28 Larissa Shmailo <[log in to unmask]>:
> Kalinivka
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> Kalinivka, Kalinivka: The ground over the mass graves is hard, the soft grass
> grows. The Ukrainian Guard, boy and girl, make love, happy to be alive. In
> the Ukraine,
> collectivized, they walked on corpses. And the Germans alone protest, the
> father tells the girl. Siberia, purges. Like
> the Irish, their parents collaborated eagerly;
> Hitler fought their masters. Now here, Kalinivka. The mass graves crack with
green life. 1941 is forgotten
> by the summer of '43. She is 19, pregnant soon.
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> Prymsl
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> By 1943, the ghetto holds the few not deported, living in
> tunnels, basements, caves, the hiding ones, the ones who know. All the
> rest to camps in Poland, Germany,
> or dead. The boy no longer likes the girl, but through her, he got his Kapo
> job. Even his mother says, marry. Have a child. The female Kapo bears a boy
through the camps,
> Prymsl, through the unknown tombs of Poland, the unmarked graves, the
> walls marked with Jewish blood, the bloody broken nooses, the dark rain. She
> wants the boy to marry her, he makes excuses, says, the Germans won't permit.
> That the child will die soon after the war, that she will beat her head upon
> the grave until it bleeds, that sorrow is unknown. The death of the Jewish
> children is unseen. Poland
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> Dora
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> Germany, Harz
> Mountains. The Germans turn now, now SS. The war is failing. Fewer
> the slaves to command, the girl, heavy with child, translates, working,
> starving, carried in rail carts for miles to build the V-2s. A rachitic Jewess
> cleans the barracks, the boy's eye turns, with pity, with lust; he gives her
> bread. From Erfurt to the extension camp, Buchenwald's new Dora, Northausen.
Here they spare the
> rope to hang. All are hungry, the Germans too. The Allies bomb the industrial
> camp. Liberation. Rows of corpses, the eternal rows, line Nordhausen. The
> Germans are forced to respect the dead. Kalinivka, Pryml, the unseen dead, now
> here in respectful symmetry, no longer piled in heaps, rectangular, marked.
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> flowers grow, the burgers sing, "After every December, there comes a new
> Spring.
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> Larissa Shmailo
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> "The poet, like the lover, is a menace on the assembly line."
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> -Rollo May
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David Bircumshaw
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