BLANKA TERESA

FLISIUK PERIDOT

Blanka Peridot and Teresa Flisiuk
BRANCH MILLS, China, Maine
SOUTH CHINA, ME
United States
alt: 207- 458 - 6169
teresachrzanowski@yahoo.com

"Knowing I could never be content

Trading my passion for mundane

I'll pay what's really a small price

How dare I reject the pain."

-Blanka Teresa Flisiuk Peridot

                       Dedicated to this good man and his values that I've introduced to my children; trly believing this man who I never knew.

"You Ain’t Worth the Blood that Flows in Your Veins"
From "Masters of War" by Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like its your little toy

You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
And then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

Youve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world

For threatening my babies
Unborn and unnamed
You aint worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I m young
You might say Im unlearned

But theres-a-one thing I know
Im younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could

I think you will find
When your death takes it toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
Ill follow your casket
By the pale afternoon

Ill watch while youre lowered
Down to your deathbed
And Ill stand over your grave
Till Im sure that youre dead

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Masters of War startles Dylan himself: Ive never really written anything like that before, he recalls, I dont sing songs which hope people will die, but I couldnt help it in this one. The song is a sort of striking out, a reaction to the last straw, a feeling of what can you do? The rage (which is as much anguish as it is anger) is a way of catharsis, a way of getting temporary relief from the heavy feeling of impotence that affect many who cannot understand a civilization which juggles its own means for oblivion and call that performance an act toward peace.
In other words, Dylan is startled and antagonistic towards the hypocrites that cause the wheels to turn, the terrible wheels that break necks underneath their tread. A cursory analysis of his lyrics led me to believe that we both feel the same way, that the powers that be shout out orders that they would not follow themselves, ones that are not positively moral. His major beef is the hidden evils, the superpowers that dictate and hide behind unjust motives, ulterior motives, and false motives.
Dylan is describing a world composed of polar opposites in his songs. He speaks of the disparity between the poor and the rich. The morally wrong (in power) and the right that are powerless. He sings of the hypocrisy of the dictators that send human beings to slaughter on misconceptions, or moral ideals, a sacrifice they would not make themselves. It reminds me of Michael Moore interviewing senators and congressmen in one of his films, the same lawmen who make decisions that entice other young lives to pursue faith in their country by sacrificing their time and lives for it. He asked these same people if they were as willing to send their own sons and daughters overseas to the hotspots of conflict. They were not even gracious or human enough to refuse on the count of subjectivity. Instead, they blew Moore off as if his point was pointless.
The disparity between the Masters of War, the warmongers, and their self-serving feelings is huge. If their cause is so just and infallible, they should be able to place their own lives, or the lives of their offspring on the line, as willing as they are to put others in the line of fire. This is a good measure of faith. If they feel that their own or their own childrens lives are not worth it, then whose life is?

by Blanka Teresa Flisiuk Peridot

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A Mothers Heart Rips Apart

A mother clutches the child she knew
Before the devil done and threw
A mighty bomb out of the blue
Thank God that mother isn't you

She prays to Allah, she may be Brown
So its okay to put her down
The wars far from where were around
Thank God we dont have to hear the sound

The death count really seems so small
When you neglect to include the all
That circumstance approved to maul
Thank God our homelands not in the brawl

Charred skeletons and blistered skin
Who cares as long as we win
The Coalition ignores the sin
Thank God were sure were doing the right thing

A mother clutches a child we ignore
Iraqi lives lost are such a bore
Its not our fault, they opened that door
Thank God we dont have to worry anymore

by Blanka Teresa Flisiuk Peridot

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                                       RACHEL CORRIE














RACHEL CORRIE - THE AMERICAN GIRL MURDERED BY IZRAELIS DURING HER FREEDOM-FIGHTING SPRING BREAK IN GAZA
If you haven't heard of her - you are in bad shape. I mourned her, not knowing how well she will be known, for the hero she was and role model she is.
HER NAME IS BLANKA TERESA FLISIUK PERIDOT.
SHE WAS A WRITER, PAINTER, ACTIVIST. SHE WAS AN AMERICAN GIRL LIKE RACHEL CORRIE - SMART, TALENTED, EDUCATED, AND SHE WAS MURDERED. IT WAS NOT A BULLDOZER, BUT A BUILDING CALLED A HOSPITAL, WHICH ALLOWED IGNORANT, AND INCOMPETENT RESIDENTS TO " PRACTICE MEDICINE ", WHILE GIVING THEM MARIGIN OF ERROR, WHICH MY DAUGHTER BECAME TO THEM, WHILE THEY MURDERED HER.SHE HAD MUCH TO OFFER JUST LIKE RACHEL CORRIE ; SHE HAD LEFT HER GREAT WRITINGS AND " PUBLISHABLE E-MAILS, TOO.

BLANKA'S BULLDOZER...

NO PARENTS SHOULD EVER

WHO DOES NOT REMEMBER THIS !
I HAVE NOT PUT ANY " ORDER " IN THE IMAGES NOR CLASSIFIED THE HUMAN SUFFERING INTO THE CATEGORIES I DO NOT KNOW MYSELF. CRIMES AGAIST THE INDIVIDUAL, CRIMES AGAINST THE HUMANITY, GENOCIDES, HOLOCAUSTS, AND THE WARS AND ITS THE MOST INNOCENT VICTIMS OF BIG BOYS GAMES - THE CHILDREN.
YOU SHOULD KNOW DIFFERENCES OF IMAGES AT LEAST; YOU SHOULD CARE. ONE THING IS ESTABLISHED - WHEN IT HAPPENS - THE REST OF THE WORLD IS WATCHING, AND AT BEST, FOR THE SAFE-ENTRY AFTERMATH....
MARCEL FLISIUK
IV.
Już nie zatęskni Loon
w środku nocy na skos
w tą żałobną moc
i jej jaskrawy strój.
VII.
Tereaz i zawsze gilotyna
to jest historia i Czas
wszystko bez końca trwa
chociaż na stałe przecina.
z " Farewell " Teresy Flisiuk
YouTube - Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows
Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows. Hello, you either have ...
6 min -

www.youtube.com/watch?v=wh9AC0jCGjY
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows
LEONARD COHEN'S LYRICS
You must remember that pre-Irak war farse testimony about "Irak's babies being killed out from the incubators", the testimony in Congress of the Middle East diplomate's daughter's, who lived in Washington

DARFUR
THE 21ST CENTURY VOCABULARY: TORTURE, DECAPITATIONS,
AND THE DEBATES TO VALIDATE THESE CRIMES AGAINST
HUMANITY...
ARMENIAN GENOCIDE

ONE OR AMASS ?
THE MURDER WHICH MOVED THE GLOBE...

RWANDA AND AFTERMATH CLINTON'S "VISIT" DURING WHICH, HE HAD NOT LEFT THE AIRPORT.