Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: Wax I see wax along the promenade in alcoves at the end of each street dried flowers tied to railings adorning huddles of burnt candles broken glass nervous petals melted wax, red and white: swollen drops of blood giant teardrops now gray with soot wafting across the river. Across the river acrid clouds corrupt the sky in the night rescue lights search what's left no one believes life is there. What's left are street shrines in parks, around lampposts along walls and fences throughout the rent city-- and in Chicago, Amarillo, San Francisco-- ground zero coast-to-coast; shrines of vigil, of violation the helpless debris of candlelight strangers bearing witness and longing. When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd Lincoln's lonely corpse traveling by rail: Countless torches lit, Whitman sang, the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang-- from Washington, Chillicothe, Terre Haute-- to Springfield's damp earth. War follows grief follows war water destroys fire, fire destroys water amid charred memorials photos of buoyant faces endearing heartrending smiles; whispers within the wax even now a relit candle burns raindrops poured away to distinguish among the extinguished cremation--simply--was unfair. Anguished Auden wrote of an earlier September: Who can reach the deaf, Who can speak for the dumb? Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return. We must love one another or die. . . Certainly April now is not the cruelest month. Across the river the sun like the soot also rises on the horizon. Bard Thomas railed for the living, railed in behalf of the dead: Do not go gentle into that good night Rage, rage against the dying of the light! # Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story421.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. story Created by Author Whether the author created this item. yes Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. no Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2002-04-15 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 208.59.247.8 Annotation Annotations to this item. Memorials/Vigils (location or person) NY:3 Notes Notes about this item. Poetry