Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Birthed into a quaking faith—
Aflame with the Spirit’s heart—
Yesterday’s speech remembered great,
And its organizer, a personality erased.
Rendered half-okay, therefore half-human;
Disturbing, humanity’s ignorance is.
Remember the organizer—
Unless failure is an aspiration—
Sacrifice is their name.
They come in brown, black, and white,
In queer and straight, trans and gay—
Not to be dismissed—they’re here to stay.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 28, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. History has a way of celebrating movements while overlooking the people whose quiet sacrifice made them possible. This poem wrestles with the distance between remembrance and erasure, between the dignity we proclaim and the humanity we withhold. Some names fade. Their work does not.
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Your opening lines set the tone. A quaking faith so are most if a person is honest. That fire often consumes both faith and belief turning them to ashes. Words and people, be they prophets or political leaders or financial gurus leave them demigods an Achilles with a vulnerable heel. Words of those with a cause are not to be taken wholeheartedly. Gandhi techniques are noble but do not always work. A great acrostic my friend
Thank you, Soren! One little historical tidbit...which you may already know, but others reading might not...the opening line refers to Bayard Rustin's Quaker upbringing, so "quaking faith" is meant as wordplay on that history...but it certainly also reads as a faith that is quaking, which creates an interesting double meaning. Thanks for reading so thoughtfully, as always, my friend! 🙏🖤🌈🕊️
You are most welcome my friend and no I did not catch that not being aware of his Quaker upbringing.
great write and a fav
Thank you so much, Norman! I'm honored by the favorite, my friend. 'm grateful this one connected with you. 🙏🖤🌈🕊️
most welcome friend
Such an important piece quaking Faith, I'm lucky I was never part of the faith path, I'm an unbeliever however I do have much sympathy for those forced to study a religion when they have no interest simply because it is family tradition, love your last stanza too. Kudos my dear Tristan. 🌹
Thank you so much, Teddy! 🌹 One little historical note...the opening line is actually a reference to Bayard Rustin's Quaker upbringing, so "quaking faith" is intended as wordplay on that part of his story. 😊 Of course that creates the double play as a faith that is quaking. And, well, the quakers did quake. 🤣 Anywho, thank you so much, dearest friend. I always appreciate your thoughtful takes. 🙏🖤🌈🕊️
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Good write T. There's some we can't forget - Popeye & Co! lol.
😂 Thank you, my friend! Some organizers simply refuse to be forgotten! Bayard Rustin earned that remembrance...and Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus has already informed me that he organized the Great Yam Redistribution of Ancient Glugland with Oi Be serving as Master of Ceremonies. The historical record is...questionable. 😄 Always appreciate you, Orchi! 🙏🖤🌈🕊️
We're sure it true - probably! Tales of I yams, Oi be's, that knitting of Ol' Tom, and much gluggery, etc! lol
Never mind the writer (organiser), the only question for me is: does the argument hold? After a reasonably long life, having been confronted with so many questions, arguments, propositions and learnt much from them, I've developed a filter which excludes all considerations relating to the author unless I can identify their underlying ideology.
Thanks for pinning the topic up Tristan.
Thank you, Dave! I appreciate your thoughtful perspective. 😊 I suspect that's exactly where we diverge a little. For me, ideas certainly matter, but so do the often-forgotten people whose sacrifices made those ideas visible in the first place. I had Bayard Rustin in mind while writing this. He was the chief organizer of the 1963 March on Washington, yet his name is often overshadowed by the movement he helped build. That tension is really what this poem is wrestling with. Thank you for adding to the conversation, my friend. 🙏🖤🌈🕊️
Point taken at one level, Tristan. However there is just a smidgen of the Great Man Theory of History in your POV which while good intentioned since it comes from you, doesn't sit well with me at all.
I remain happy that you put it out there.👍
Thank you, Dave. 😊 I think that's a fair caution. I suppose where I land is that I'm not trying to reinforce Great Man Theory so much as push against historical amnesia. My concern isn't that we celebrate Dr. King, who I think is often reduced to a Great Man Theory himself. It's that we too often forget the ordinary people whose sacrifices made those moments possible. To me, the answer is a bigger table with more voices, not a different seat at the head of it (God, no!)...or another person we can turn into a statue. So, I hear your caution and think we are landing far closer than may appear. Thanks for continuing the conversation, my friend. 🙏🖤🌈🕊️
Also, please forgive my delayed responses. I am in the midst of boxing up my life and moving! 😭🤣
I think I will be as kind as possible (not something I always normally attempt😂) in any response to the above, as moving has been noted as one of the most stressful transitions one can experience in life.🙏🍀
Wow! It only makes sense that the poets blossoms into music! I’m definitely going to check it out, I’m also looking to buy that book you’ve been advertising soon. I apologize for not being as supportive as I should be… especially knowing how important art is. Thank you for continuing and metamorphosing… you inspire..
Thank you so much, Demar. 😊 Your words truly touched my heart. Please don't apologize...your encouragement and presence mean more than you know. I'm honored you're interested in the music and the book, and I sincerely hope you enjoy them...and no worries how long it takes. I'm simply thankful for your support. Also, forgive my delay in replying...I'm in the process of putting my life into boxes and moving! LOL! Thank you for walking alongside me on this journey, my friend. 🌈🩷🙏🛒
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