Don’t argue with
Arthur, your geologist great grandfather.
Africa was really alongside America.
Believe in the
best bits
Of British boys
and girls and brothers
Don’t try to change
your children’s class and culture
And confine them to a country.
I'm Still dazed that, Dad, the free thinking socialist, died;
Still amazed
that Mom, Eve, was someone for everyone.
She gave us love
and set an example.
I eat enough and
provide English education here.
Now they are far
away, but my family is established.
Some of us even
found France again, Carmen was in Paris,
But we have no French
friends.
And who gave God
back to the Germans?
Who gave them
good government?
This was not the
experience of Granny and Grandpa in the 30s.
No God, no good government
then.
The Halls were
always half hard-heads and half home-help
And they always had
one foot in human history.
Isidor, standing on the Sarajevo steps in 1914,
I would have
liked to have meet him
But now I have my son John to talk to.
I write of the life
lines of love letters, for Lisa and from Lisa.
I was made a man
when I married a Mexican
What’s the name
of tonight’s nation?
It is Saudi
Arabia.
My parents were
party people.
They
played in the p.m.
And they had such poetic sensibilities
And pointed
directly at political power,
And at the need
for public property;
Quite an important question
really.
I read everything and
really want to remember right,
And remember
rights
To make sense of
myself too in the South.
This memoir is not only a Steinhardt sob story
It’s about how 2 people supported a socialist system that would
They hoped, ensure human rights.
And I did think
things through
With the help of
dad.
And he taught me to drive to the top of the town.
Together we took
the turns, stalling
I haven't taught my son to drive.
I understand
that universalism and the inotic is useful.
Who were the key players?
What did they sacrifice?
These are our heroes.
Let’s visit, let’s walk.
He said: 'They wanted the coastline and the resources
And so they organised a war.'
And what we wanted,
My father and brothers and I,
Were whole women from wonderful worlds
And women with wonderful words.
Women and men work the world I am writing about
They make it work.
I write the years back, young.
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