Happy Birthday, Pablo Neruda

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“On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.” —Happy birthday, Pablo Neruda.

Pieces of Intelligence: The Existential Poetry of Donald H. Rumsfeld by Hart Seely

The Unknown

As we know,

There are known knowns.

There are things we know we know.

We also know

There are known unknowns.

That is to say

We know there are some things

We do not know.

But there are also unknown unknowns,

The ones we don’t know we don’t know.

Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

Evasion Haiku

I’m working my way

Over to figuring out

How I won’t answer.

Dec. 3, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

There’s No Debate in the World

There’s no debate in the world

As to whether they have those weapons.

There’s no debate in the world

As to whether they’re continuing to develop

and acquire them.

There’s no debate in the world

As to whether or not he’s used them.

There’s no debate in the world

As to whether or not he’s consistently threatening

his neighbors with them.

We all know that.

A trained ape knows that.

All you have to do is read the newspaper.

Sept. 13, 2002, media roundtable with BBC and the Voice of America

Fall 2001…where does the time go?

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Fall 2001...where does the time go?

“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours.”
-William Shakespeare