Business and International Crimes
Mark Taylor's memorial address
Mark Taylor's address to memorial for Rick, Saint Bartholomew's Church, New York, Tuesday 30 September 2003
My name is Mark Taylor. I come here today from Oslo, one of Rick's homes around the world.
It has been written that we march through life bouyed by those comrades-in-arms who march with us; under the same banner, bearing the same colours, with the same hopes and aspirations. They may be a thousand miles away, we may not have spoken in months, but their companionship is burned into our souls and we are sustained by the knowledge that they are with us in the world.
Rick was my comrade, my brother.
I work all day
by Pier Paola Pasolini
I work all day like a monk
And at night I wander about like a cat
looking for love.
I will propose to the Church that I be made a saint.
And I will respond to mystification with mildness.
I watch the lynch mob as trough a camera eye.
With the calm courage of a scientist
I watch myself being massacred.
I seem to feel hate and yet I write verses of painstaking love.
I study treachery as a fatal phenomenon,
almost as if I were not its object.
I pity the young fascists,
and the old ones, whom I consider forms of the most horrible evil,
I oppose only through the violence of reason.
Passive as a bird that sees all in flight,
and carryies in its heart,
rising in the sky,
An unforgiving conscience.