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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
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
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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How amazing that a drone just happened to be flying by.
Rick. My thought exactly!
Best Escape Evah!!!! Notice the 2 cop vehicles that were chasing him.
Pretty well done, but I’d only give him a 96.5%.
For full marks, a train would’ve been coming down the tracks! Bonus points if it was a steam train!
He was not the first!
Steve McQueen and Evel Keneivel, move over.
Good thing that dude was not blazing away with an AR whatchamacallit assault death automatic full rotation spray o matic gun with a bumpy stock and a silencer! Then, he’d in no way be an anti-hero. He’d be a Nazi.
Few years ago there was a video going around with a young dood on a Hyabusa that had outrun the law by going over 200 mph on an interstate and was clocked by a police chopper. They set up a roadblock and caught him. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sandles. Mother fucker had cast iron huevos. 3 of em!
Nah…it’s a stunt…not the real deal. Apart from the obvious practise bike tracks and convenient drone…the police cars are pursuing a perp without bubble gum lights on. No. Good try, but no.
The lawdogz shoulda followed, dukes of hazzard style. YEEEE_HAWWW