[HT: OregonMuse @ Ace]
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
— Bob Dylan
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
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.
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The Vivaldi violin concerto is pleasantly ironic background music, but “Entrance of the Gladiators” would be fitting too:
Here it is, played by the U.S. Marine Band:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0105ht0yoc&ab_channel=UnitedStatesMarineBand
In the same genre with entertaining commentary, for those still on Facebook and wanting more.
https://m.facebook.com/story/graphql_permalink/?graphql_id=UzpfSTEwMDA0OTM5MTg2MDA3NDoxNTA2OTgzNDMyNTMyMjc%3D
These are the “soldiers” General Biden commands. lol
Only special retards stand in the way of 2 ton moving vehicles.
The police ain’t shooting enough of these sob’s
I prefer a Kinder, Gentler America…
Cars can kill;
Use re-education camps instead.
Have a nice day.
Quite uplifting!
Very special!!
Yeah, okay . . . but, but, but Trump! Racism!
I rather liked the ATV accident (jackass hits pedestrian, falls off ATV, ATV runs HIM over) as it proved a point I once made watching MotoGP with my Mrs. To wit: “It’s not a motorcycle accident until you fall off your bike, and your bike runs YOU over.” 🤦🏻♂️
Do the drivers who reverse or U-turn and go back for another get extra points?
I needed that. Laughed so hard I was crying. WooHoo!!!
My choice of soundtrack for that video montage would be the version of “Yackety Sax” that The Benny Hill Show used to humorous effect.
To Fat Matt…Yes.
Just like Bolshevik agitators. Creating chaos and discord.
The huge plume of pepper spray out the window as you drive along was a good idea.
I also loved the ATV dude!
But the entire thing warmed the cockles of my heart😂☺️❤️❤️!!!