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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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.
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When I consider the foolish, naive things I did and believed as a young person, considering Cronkite to have been fair and down-the middle is right at the top of the list. He was nothing more than a pioneer for subverting what little bit of integrity the field of journalism might have once enjoyed. Nothing more than a foot soldier for advancing the agit/prop that so poorly masquerades as “journalism” today. Yeah, good ole Uncle Walter. *spit*
“He [Cronkite] was nothing more than a pioneer for subverting what little bit of integrity the field of journalism might have once enjoyed.”
Walter Duranty beat him to it.
I accelerated my turn right-wards upon learning that Uncle Walt lied about Vietnam.
And then discovering that he wasn’t the only one.
In re “Back of the Bus” — I suffered a brief infatuation with the left in college; the black anti-war armbands I wore in HS were inexplicable to my folks, who tolerated them anyway.
Walter Duranty beat him to it.++++++++
Yeah, that’s the thing about the Left and so-called progressives. They have this irrational enthrallment with iron-fisted, functionally insane, tyrants who think nothing of using food as a weapon. Engineered mass-starvation conducted by Stalin in which millions were murdered and survivors resorted to cannibalism? Never happened according to Duranty and the NYT ( I understand that the Times never bothered to return the Pulitzer it was given for that fraud Duranty’s “reportage”).
And speaking of food being used as a weapon: look who wants to be President someday. Pretty sure freshman congress critter Bugsy would be totes cool with it, too.
https://tinyurl.com/y5jc22n2
I remember Walter Commiecrite. He was practically worshiped by average Americans who had no idea what a treasonous monster he really was.