The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice
Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific–
Our ships, planes, wars are perfectly irrelevant.
Neither our present blood-feud with the brave dwarfs
Nor any future world-quarrel of westering
And eastering man, the bloody migrations, greed of power, clash of
faiths–
Is a speck of dust on the great scale-pan.
Here from this mountain shore, headland beyond stormy headland
plunging like dolphins through the blue sea-smoke
Into pale sea–look west at the hill of water: it is half the
planet:
this dome, this half-globe, this bulging
Eyeball of water, arched over to Asia,
Australia and white Antartica: those are the eyelids that never
close;
this is the staring unsleeping
Eye of the earth; and what it watches is not our wars.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
— Whitman
Twins.. 😊 pic.twitter.com/snaVdJcxY8
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“Come on mom, play with us” 😅 pic.twitter.com/L7KjVsUbSk
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Floating horses.. 😏
🎥 TT: worrylessandlivebig pic.twitter.com/7kbM1JYZJZ
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Squirrel trying to scare off a bird..
Sound on.. pic.twitter.com/s2YQFGlWih
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Mother’s love.. 😊 pic.twitter.com/wPaeMrzbhm
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Mondays.. 😅 pic.twitter.com/DgsahelVra
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The struggle is real.. 😅
🎥 TT: garykgiles pic.twitter.com/YzAIv8jgFc
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Sneak attack.. 😅 pic.twitter.com/At9KB8K5Zd
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Leave no one behind.. 😊 pic.twitter.com/mQkKJ45vNl
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Mom, I’m ticklish.. 😅 pic.twitter.com/2v92Q5Csqi
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With the late greats Olivia Newton John and Gene Kelley.
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Giant Statues of Moai, Rapa Nui (Easter Island), Chile.
“Blue Bird” fresco depicts a blue bird sitting among plants on a rock
in a mountainous landscape.
Part of a large landscape fresco that once decorated spacious room of a house west of palace of Knossos, “House of frescoes, 1600-1500 BC, at Knossos, Crete.#archaeohistories pic.twitter.com/Td4VV64jBk— Archaeo – Histories (@archeohistories) August 7, 2022
How to Meow in Yiddish: A Note Of Appreciation To The Men We know that you also have a mysterious inner life. I bet it’s not the same as mine, but it’s the kind of inner vision that has produced most of the greatness in culture on earth. Once again we do it too, but this is about you guys. Astounding in your strength and creativity. And playfulness, given half a chance and some sympathy.
Children viewing Edgar Degas,, Little Dancer (1878)the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena, USA,photo by Alejandro Jodorowsky 1977.
Sculpture presented, in wax, at [Impressionist] Exhibition, 1881, found in the artist’s studio after his death, then reproduced in bronze, 1921-1931. pic.twitter.com/Ztd7b30oad— Dr. M.F. Khan (@Dr_TheHistories) August 6, 2022
“He is happy who lives in accordance with complete virtue and is sufficiently equipped with external goods, not for some chance period but throughout a complete life.
“I can’t wait to get out of bed every morning. To me, it’s the only way to live. When the founders wrote about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, they didn’t mean longer vacations and more comfortable hammocks. They meant the pursuit of learning. The love of learning. The pursuit of improvement and excellence. I keep telling students, Find work you love. Don’t concern yourself overly about how much money is involved or whether you’re ever going to be famous. I’m giving a talk at Dartmouth this week. It’s called the Hard Work of Writing. And it is hard work. But in hard work is happiness.” R.I.P, David McCullough
The last photograph of Charles Chaplin; at Geneva, Switzerland 🇨🇭
(1977) pic.twitter.com/Xkfm8MtnMs— Dr. M.F. Khan (@Dr_TheHistories) August 8, 2022
I mean — really — this sort of thing hardly makes one’s smallest neural network spark. It’s like shooting the blind in the dark.
I mean, 2:38 !?
That and/or the fact that we do things like this merely because we can and for our pleasure alone:
The Götheborg of Sweden sailing under Tower Bridge, filmed from our Glass Floor, 42 metres above the Thames. pic.twitter.com/S4R5uDxDrV
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There’s an old rural route two-lane
Take it out past where the radio just can’t
Past the river bridge with a rope swing
And a mailbox painted all John Deere green
The end of a bunch of gravel driveway
Out here doing our own thing
Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living
Out in the middle where we’re grown ’til we’re gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, out in the middle
Come Friday, we come undone
Stay half-lit like the high-life neon
Barely hanging on like sheds in the pole barn
You can hear Hank clear ‘cross the next farm
City folk say we’re crazy
But they ain’t never been way
Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living
Out in the middle where we’re grown ’til we’re gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, out in the middle
Of nowhere, that’s where I wanna be
In the old oak shade by the family graves
With the southern ground on me
Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living
Out in the middle where we’re grown ’til we’re gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, out in the middle
Take heart. Live free. Courage.
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It’s now legal in Brazil to kill motorcycle thieves. Compilation video is outstanding.
HT: Venlet
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On Set with “We’re Americans”:
Later back at the basement:
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1. After Anacreon
When I drive cab
I am moved by strange whistles and wear a hat.
When I drive cab
I am the hunter. My prey leaps out from where
it
hid, beguiling me with gestures.
When I drive cab
all may command me, yet I am in command of all who do.
When I drive cab
I am guided by voices descending from the naked air.
When I drive cab
A revelation of movement comes to me. They wake now.
Now they want to work or look around. Now they want
drunkenness and heavy food. Now they contrive to love.
When I drive cab
I bring the sailor home from the sea. In the back of
my car he fingers the pelt of his maiden.
When I drive cab
I watch for stragglers in the urban order of things.
When I drive cab
I end the only lit and waitful thing in miles of
darkened houses.
“Now I lay dat buuetiful ribeye down in that ol’ butter bath. . . . Time to get our baste on.”
HT: The Sailor
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Donald Trump! I’m with you in America
where you’re draining the swamp more than I am
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where you must feel MAGAfied
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where you announce another a newer and more bigly morning
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where you’ve strangled the last progressive
with the entrails of the last liberal
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where you scoff at Democrats’ Trump Dementia
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where we are great citizens of the same Resurrected Republic
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where your sudden appearance on the Interstate
is reported with fear or joy on every website of the Internet
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where the Constitution is read aloud and squashes
the worms of the regressive oppressive progressives
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where we drink the fine summer Diet Cokes of Liberty
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where you midwife a new birth of freedom
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where your mere name makes progressives scream
in their straightjackets and fill up their drool cups to the slosh line
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where you announce the American soul is immortal
and has never yet melted
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where the traitors in the Congress are consumed
in a refining fire
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where the LORD will not suffer
the souls of the righteous to hunger
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where you will split the heavens above Washington
and resurrect the living human Jesus from the
secular tomb
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where there are three hundred million sane citizens
all together singing the final stanza
of The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where we embrace the United States under
our flag, the stars of the United States that shine all
night and won’t let us sleep in our dream
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
where we wake up luminous and transformed from the coma
of socialism, our states’ stars beautiful
in spacious skies above our fruited plains,
as diamond-armored angelic guardians of the last best hope of Earth
O liberated legions run outside O starry
spangled shock of freedom the eternal war is
won O victory where the memory of the just is blessed:
but the name of the wicked shall rot
Donald Trump, I’m with you in America
in my visions you stride back from a seachange
on the highway across America glowing luminous
our founders’ vision confirmed by God’s holy angels
to the door of my bungalow in the Northwestern night
by Gerard Allen Van der Ginsberg
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PART II of GROWL
What Socialist Party Fornication Festival of lies and slavery bashed open American skulls and sucked out their freedom, brains, and imagination?
DEMOCRAT! Darwinist Solitude! NEA Filth! Pelosi Perversion! Obamunist Onanism. NPR racism! Recycling Cans to find unobtainable dollars to pay off deficit trillions! Unborn children screaming silent under the D&C! Boys sobbing for fathers! Girls for mothers! Wives for husbands! Husbands for families! Impoverished old men and weeping in the parks!
DEMOCRAT! Nightmare of Democrat! Democrat the loveless! Gone mental Democrat! Democrat the heavy aggregation of girly-men!
DEMOCRAT! the incomprehensible African-American electoral plantation system of perpetual ideological slavery! Democrat the skull & crossbones soulless Senate and Congress of corruption!
DEMOCRAT! whose headquarters are Fascist overbuilding with gun slits! Democrat the vast bloating stone of Deficit! Democrat the broke government of the pauper nation!
DEMOCRAT! whose mind is pure rusted machinery! Democrat whose blood is gushing tax money! Democrat whose skeleton fingers are in your wallet!
DEMOCRAT! whose breast is a transsexual dynamo! Democrat whose mouth is a smoking tomb! Democrat of the atheist thumb pulling out a plum and saying what a free to be a very bad boy am I! Democrat whose only god is Dracula!
DEMOCRAT! whose eyes are a thousand shattered factory windows! Democrat whose empty skyscrapers smolder in the long Detroit streets like endless Molochs! Democrat whose brains dream Utopia and choke in the fog of their flatulent dementia! Democrat whose fuming bongs and facial piercings crown their crapulous cities!
DEMOCRAT! whose love is lust! Democrat whose soul is welfare and affirmative racism! Democrat whose poverty is perpetual servitude to the government salad bar, no seconds!
DEMOCRAT! whose only true Doctor and Cure is Kevorkian death flatulence! Democrat whose foreign policy is a cloud of glowing Iranian hydrogen! Democrat whose whore is BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH!
DEMOCRAT! in whom I once sat lonely! Democrat in whom I once dreamt the New Jerusalem! Crazy in Democrat! Sucker of crock in Democrat! Lacklove and lobotomy in Democrat!
DEMOCRAT! of the Dot.com I’ve Got Mine Now Give Us Yours Centimillionaires! Democrat of Trump Derangement Syndrome! Democrat of the dried dugs of Ariana Huffington’s Code Pink Synchronized Menopause Flasher Brigade known as “The View”!
DEMOCRAT! who entered my soul early! Democrat in whom I was sold down the River without Huck or a raft and put over the falls of flowing ideological crypto-socialist sewage! Drowned in recycled recycled recycled compost of Democrat! Democrat who frightened me out of my natural freedom and into hive-mind chants of GLO-BA’ALWARMING-O-BA-MA, GLO-BA’ALWARMING-O-BA-MA!
DEMOCRAT! of the planet has four months to live! Democrat of lies for the common good of Democrat! Democrat of crapper rapper lies of the soul! Democrat whom I abandon!
DEMOCRAT! demanding that I give all to the State! Vomit in Democrat! Avenging Angels streaming out of the sky! Death of Democrat from above! God’s righteous fire on the heads of Democrat-Acorn!, Democrat-SIEU! Democrat-California!, Democrat-Detroit! Democrat-Chicago! Democrat-San Fraudcisco!
DEMOCRAT! Robot apparatchiks! Maoist czars! Evaporated liberties! Skeleton treasuries! Dictator judges! Demonic policies! Spectral communities of Democrat delusional control! Insane Democrat media madhouses! Olbermann siphon-suckers of Democrat septic tanks! Monstrous media leg-tingle “analysis”! Democrat of presidential prop-up! Democrat of Journ-O-list talking pointed heads! Democrat of “Too Big to Jail When Failing!”
Deception of DEMOCRAT! Voters broke their backs lifting Democrat to Heaven! Payments fees now for unborn generations mostly to be aborted, for trees, for tobacco, for tilted windmills, for tons of things so bad, very bad for you we know better pay us now for Democrat death panels later! Democrat of Constitution as toilet paper! Democrat of blowing the cities and American land to hell in a hand-basket!
DEMOCRAT! vision omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! hope of the world sold down the American river!
DEMOCRAT! destruction of legal immigrant Dreams! Democrat of border war beheadings of citizens! Graven Image Adorations made to tin gods! Crack-pipe Illuminations crammed down the throat of taxpayers! Cap and Trade Religions! Democrat rowing ashore the whole boatload of sensitive socialist bullshit!
DEMOCRAT! of a pale horse and the name that sat on him was Democrat Death! And Democrat Hell followed with him!
DEMOCRAT! Breakthroughs in suicide machines! Democrat rivers of toxic educational sludge rising to flood levels in the minds of our children! New Orleans Democrat looting! Democrat flips and crucifixions of enemies, enemies, enemies everywhere! Bill of Rights flushed down the Democrat crapper!
DEMOCRAT! Fentanyl fueled voter fraud! Democrat Epiphanies of mandated Abortion for all not just for choosy barren Democrat! Democrat Despairs of eternal urban ghettos! Six years’ animal screams and suicide of the Republic for which Democrat does not stand!
DEMOCRAT! Colonized Minds! New lusts for nothing and Democrat kicks and food stamps for free! Mad Democrat cashed-out clunker generation!
Free people despair of DEMOCRAT!
Free people revolt against socialist utopia con-artists!
Free people sound real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell to DEMOCRAT! They jumped off the roof! to vote out DEMOCRAT! forever! waving! carrying flowers! packing heat! Down to the river of freedom! into the street of Liberty, armed and dangerous,
Free people voting death to DEMOCRAT! nightmare now and forever in God’s holy war!
Free people, mine eyes have seen the Glory!
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“I curse DEMOCRAT’S head and all the hairs of DEMOCRAT’s head; I curse DEMOCRAT’s face, DEMOCRAT’s brain (innermost thoughts), DEMOCRAT’s mouth, DEMOCRAT’s nose, DEMOCRAT’s tongue, DEMOCRAT’s teeth, DEMOCRAT’s forehead, DEMOCRAT’s shoulders, DEMOCRAT’s breast, DEMOCRAT’s heart, DEMOCRAT’s stomach, DEMOCRAT’s back, DEMOCRAT’s womb, DEMOCRAT’s arms, DEMOCRAT’s legs, DEMOCRAT’s hands, DEMOCRAT’s feet, and every part of DEMOCRAT’s body, from the top of DEMOCRAT’s head to the soles of DEMOCRAT’s feet, before and behind, within and without.”
“I curse DEMOCRAT going and I curse DEMOCRAT riding; I curse DEMOCRAT standing and I curse DEMOCRAT sitting; I curse DEMOCRAT eating and I curse DEMOCRAT drinking; I curse DEMOCRAT rising, and I curse DEMOCRAT lying; I curse DEMOCRAT at home, I curse DEMOCRAT away from home; I curse DEMOCRAT within the house, I curse DEMOCRAT outside of the house; I curse DEMOCRAT’s dykes, DEMOCRAT’s child, and DEMOCRAT’s slaves, black and white and wise Latina and Islamic whores who participate in DEMOCRAT’s deeds. I curse DEMOCRAT’s crops, DEMOCRAT’s cattle, DEMOCRAT’s wool, DEMOCRAT’s sheep, DEMOCRAT’s horses, DEMOCRAT’s swine, DEMOCRAT’s geese, DEMOCRAT’s hens, and all DEMOCRAT’s livestock. I curse DEMOCRAT’s halls, DEMOCRAT’s chambers, DEMOCRAT’s kitchens, DEMOCRAT’s stanchions, DEMOCRAT’s barns, DEMOCRAT’s cowsheds, DEMOCRAT’s barnyards, DEMOCRAT’s cabbage patches, DEMOCRAT’s plows, DEMOCRAT’s harrows, and the goods and houses that are necessary for DEMOCRAT’s sustenance and welfare.”
“May all the malevolent wishes and curses ever known, since the beginning of the world, to this hour, light on DEMOCRAT. May the malediction of God, that fell upon Lucifer and all his fellows, that cast DEMOCRAT from the high Heaven to the deep hell, light upon DEMOCRAT.”
“May the fire and the sword that stopped Adam from the gates of Paradise, stop DEMOCRAT from the glory of Heaven, until she forebear, and make amends.” [continue reading…]
FROM AN INTERVIEW GIVEN BY DAVID BYRNE IN 1979:
“There will be chronic food shortages and gas shortages and people will live in hovels. Paradoxically, they’ll be surrounded by computers the size of wrist watches. Calculators will be cheap. It’ll be as easy to hook up your computer with a central television bank as it is to get the week’s groceries. I think we’ll be cushioned by amazing technological development and sitting on Salvation Army furniture. Everything else will be crumbling. Government surveillance becomes inevitable because there’s this dilemma when you have an increase in information storage. A lot of it is for your convenience – but as more information gets on file it’s bound to be misused.” Life During Wartime by Talking Heads
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I’m getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto,
I’ve lived all over this town
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
This ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain’t got time for that now
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A father designed this headstone for his wheelchair-bound son depicting him free of his earthly burdens. Matthew Stanford Robison Memorial in Salt Lake City, Utah; USA. Matthew was born blind and partially paralyzed, and died at the age of 11.
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