
And yet, though we
strain
against the deadening grip
of daily necessity,
I sense there is
this mystery:
All life is being lived.
Who is living it
then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside
them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?
Is it the winds blowing over
the waters?
Is it the branches that signal to each other?
Is it
flowers
interweaving their fragrances
or streets, as they wind through
time?
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
~
~
(Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita
Barrows and Joanna Macy)
Labor Day is a United States federal holiday observed on the first Monday in September (September 6 in 2010).
The first Labor Day in the United States was celebrated on September 5, 1882 in New York City.[1] It became a federal holiday in 1894, when, following the deaths of a number of workers at the hands of the U.S. military and U.S. Marshals during the Pullman Strike, President Grover Cleveland put reconciliation with the labor movement as a top political priority.
Fearing further conflict, legislation making Labor Day a national
holiday was rushed through Congress unanimously and signed into law a mere six days after the end of the strike.[2] The September date was chosen as Cleveland was concerned that aligning an American labor holiday with existing international May Day celebrations would stir up negative emotions linked to the Haymarket Affair.[3] All 50 U.S. states have made Labor Day a state holiday.
The form for the celebration of Labor Day was outlined in the first
proposal of the holiday: A street parade to exhibit to the public "the
strength and esprit de corps of the trade and labor organizations,"
followed by a festival for the workers and their families. This became
the pattern for Labor Day celebrations. Speeches by prominent men and
women were introduced later, as more emphasis was placed upon the
economic and civil significance of the holiday. Still later, by a
resolution of the American Federation of Labor convention of 1909, the
Sunday preceding Labor Day was adopted as Labor Sunday and dedicated to
the spiritual and educational aspects of the labor movement.
Traditionally, Labor Day is celebrated by most Americans as the symbolic end of the summer. The holiday is often regarded as a day of rest and parties. Speeches or political demonstrations are more low-key than May 1 Labor Day celebrations in most countries, although events held by labor organizations often
feature political themes and appearances by candidates for office,
especially in election years. Forms of celebration include picnics,
barbecues, fireworks displays, water sports, and public art events.
Families with school-age children take it as the last chance to travel
before the end of summer recess. Similarly, some teenagers and young
adults view it as the last weekend for parties before returning to
school, although school starting times now vary.
In U.S. sports, Labor Day marks the beginning of the NFL and college football seasons. NCAA teams usually play their first games the week before Labor Day, with the NFL traditionally playing their first game the Thursday following Labor Day. The Southern 500 NASCAR auto race was held that day from 1950 to 2004.
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A GREAT
NEED
NEED
Out
Of a great
need
need
We are all holding
hands
hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting
go.
go.
Listen,
The terrain around
here
here
Is
Far too
Dangerous
For
That.
On the morning of September 11, I was typing in a
poem by Hafiz. I didn't have the news on.
poem by Hafiz. I didn't have the news on.
A friend of mine who lived in New Jersey was
playing with a new digital camera he had bought the day before. This was
the first picture he took with it and he sent it out on the Internet almost
immediately, before the second plane stuck. When the photograph arrived, I
turned on the news and tried to call my son (who lived two blocks from the World
Trade Center). After the shock wore off some, I inserted the
photograph and sent the poem to the Hafiz group.
playing with a new digital camera he had bought the day before. This was
the first picture he took with it and he sent it out on the Internet almost
immediately, before the second plane stuck. When the photograph arrived, I
turned on the news and tried to call my son (who lived two blocks from the World
Trade Center). After the shock wore off some, I inserted the
photograph and sent the poem to the Hafiz group.
Many in Iran and elsewhere use the poems of
Hafiz to divine the future. To me, Hafiz speaks to the
present....
Hafiz to divine the future. To me, Hafiz speaks to the
present....