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digitalfaun: Photojournalists Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros killed in Libya Academy Award nominated Restrepo director Tim Hetherington (pictured above right with co-director Sebastian Junger) and Pulitzer Prize winning war photographer Chris Hondros (not pictured) are reported as having being killed in the Libyan city of Misrata earlier today. Hetherington sent out the following message via his twitter feed before anything was known of the incident. In besieged Libyan city of Misrata. Indiscriminate shelling by Qaddafi forces. No sign of NATO Three others are reported as being wounded in the attack. Fuck.  Hetherington’s death and Hondros’s injury are huge losses for the photojournalism community and profession.  There are currently some conflicting reports regarding Chris Hondros.  The latest report is that he suffered grave head injuries, but is still alive. Click for high-res photo

digitalfaun:

Photojournalists Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros killed in Libya

Academy Award nominated Restrepo director Tim Hetherington (pictured above right with co-director Sebastian Junger) and Pulitzer Prize winning war photographer Chris Hondros (not pictured) are reported as having being killed in the Libyan city of Misrata earlier today.

Hetherington sent out the following message via his twitter feed before anything was known of the incident.

In besieged Libyan city of Misrata. Indiscriminate shelling by Qaddafi forces. No sign of NATO

Three others are reported as being wounded in the attack.

Fuck.  Hetherington’s death and Hondros’s injury are huge losses for the photojournalism community and profession.  There are currently some conflicting reports regarding Chris Hondros.  The latest report is that he suffered grave head injuries, but is still alive.

(this post was reblogged from poorplaces)
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(this post was reblogged from peaceafterdeath)

Misao Fujimura

Misao Fujimura, a Japanese philosophy student and poet, carved this poem into a tree before committing suicide in 1903:

Delicate line between heaven and earth…
The calm of the ages,
all the world’s worth.
Such minuscule measure,
while we think it so grand…
Just five specks of smallness,
This soft quiet land.
So frail and so fleeting,
in the end you will see
Simple dreams were Horatio’s philosophy.

For all the truth,
all creation,
all secrets of yore
Can be told in an instant,
by then they’re no more.

Ah, The Unexplainable
All worries unsettled,
heartache unresolved…
All questions unanswered,
with death, shall be solved.

We already teeter,
this sheer cliff so high.
When we fall to corruption,
insecurities die.

To end is to start;
to surrender is to know.

Despair and depression,
together they grow.
Hope shall meet hopeless
when there’s nowhere to go.

i wish dying was as easy as falling asleep because i’m tired of life

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For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dream shall never die.
Ted Kennedy
R.I.P.

Shit.