Wednesday, June 25, 2008

In The Past

Visiting the past, oh, what fun. History develops into a colorful puzzle; piecing together the missing joints can develop a surprising ending. Intrinsic details make an equable solution. What happened back then to what’s happening now, the future. Comes together the solution. Though it happened long ago, gladly or sadly, still happens today, especially concerning poverty. It’s Poverty that will be with us till the end of time.

Scary things come to life, in this world. Do you want it? Real or imagined?


Charles Dickens, was the first in my knowledge, the author of the “down and outs”. His stories inspired the world. It provoked a passion derived darkened alleys, crooked corners, beady eyes lurking, scoundrels of people huddled in masses slept on streets. Dirty, filthy streets on ground, underground stair cases from unknown burroughs, there in the deep darkness a people were without homes. A Christmas Carol became a seed to what lingered in the darkness. Scrooge a metaphor for the rich or those who really couldn’t care less how the world ran as long as money kept the world spinning; can’t tell you enough how many people believe in that ideology; caring less about those who are impoverished, it’s growing.


Gustav Dore whose depiction of the squalid life of those who struggled through life in London. We see the world of the poor, through his eyes, in the book Dore's London.



"Nowhere in the streets of London may one escape the sight of abject poverty, while five minutes' walk from almost any point will bring one to a slum; but the East End region my hansom was now penetrating was one unending slum. The streets were filled with a new and different race of people, short of stature, and of wretched beer-sodden appearance. We rode along through miles of bricks and squalor....Here and there lurched a drunken man or woman, and the air was obscene with sounds of jangling and squabbling. At a market, tottery old men and women were searching in the garbage thrown into the mud for rotten potatoes, beans and vegetables, while little children clustered like flies around a festering mass of fruit, thrusting their arms to the shoulders into the liquid corruption, and drawing forth morsels but partially decayed, which they devoured on the spot....Not only was one room deemed sufficient for a poor man his family, but I learned that many families, occupying single rooms, had so much space to spare as to be able to take in a lodger or two. When such rooms can be rented for from three to six shillings per week, it is a fair conclusion that a lodger with references should obtain floor space for, say, from eight pence to a shilling.

...I learned that there were no bath tubs in the thousands of houses I had seen....'A part of a room to let.' This notice was posted a short while ago in a window not five minutes walk from St. Jame's Hall....Beds are let on the three-relay system-that is; three tenants to a bed, each occupying it eight hours, so that it never grows cold."[p. 102]

Eric de Mare: The London Dore Saw

The steps of Scrooge are repeating. And what ghost will appear? Are you ready for them world?
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Thursday, June 5, 2008

In Degrees...

In Degrees

It doesn’t take long or much to become a street person. Homeless, as they are known, at any moment, something can come by and wipe out everything from under one’s feet, without a moments notice, including our homes. The recent cases of hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes and cyclones, anything can happen, naturally leaving devastation at one’s door, it’s what unhinges our lives.

Toppling the economy, rising cost of living has sparked a fury among our world, so much that Homelessness is on a rise. Homes are left empty and desolate. Due to foreclosures, a home can become unsettling. Paying bills can be quite frightening. Without the means to pay them, what can one do? Food, the one source for sustaining life? Growing our own can become a necessity. Money is scarce. Jobs are limited. There is nowhere else to go but sit on a ground, in our unwashed clothing and think of a day where our dreams may come true. If we believe hard enough… can you feel the acid burning in our stomachs.

Dream.

I know the taste of acid. It burns. Hunger pangs are growing. Without food we die. You and I.

In a flash our homes are gone. In a flash we are gone. Our lives are gone. One day, we are Homeless.

Yesterday in our kitchen, not long ago, we were eating toast, drinking coffee, watching television, catching up on a bills—we were laughing; only when suddenly the earth quakes, the floor opens and lives are swallowed. I guess the earth was hungry, too. It came along, big and strong, and ferocious; it came along and wiped the sullen looks of the new day from across our faces, into harsh reality.

The cyclone, with high pressured water wiped out people and towns. The earthquake smashed and sunk some. The tornado with strong wind span totaling homes in a matter of seconds. Hurricanes plunge water and wind together causing terrible calamity; spreading rain drops on lost homes, never to be re-entered again.

Yes, Homelessness, I guess, does come in degrees.



You never know what could happen. You just never know?

Eva Ulian- The best of the worst: 93. China: A Broken Heart

Eva Ulian- The best of the worst: 93. China: A Broken Heart