Not a single knee was down, and I wiped a way a tear.
Not a single knee was down, and I wiped a way a tear.
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from Canto CXV
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
–Ezra Pound
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Slightly theatrical, but that little girl has pipes!!!
What a crackup. Just want to hug her!
Great that she did it, and good for her – and she can sing, although it ain’t gonna last long if she keeps doing that.
An absolute travesty that at that age she’s already been convinced that she has to have “soul” to put it across. My little darling, you ain’t black. And that’s a good thing.