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Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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Ingenious. This should be a learning experience for the idiots who do the advertising for the typical GOP dullards.
It’s a goodie. More like this, please.
I’m a fan of Gavin McInnes, whose speech in NYC last weekend (I was in the city, by chance), was watched very closely by Antifarce. They harassed the republican Club venue for days ahead, sprayed graffiti on the doors, and made threats. When the speech-goers let out, they were harassed from across the street by the Commie Anarchists known as Antifa, and when they turned the block to open the distance, the Antifa mob had sent a meeting party around that block to start a fight. McInnes’ group, known as the Proud Boys, met the violence and succeeded in bloodying the Leftards.
Now, days later, the NYC police have rounded up some of the conservatives and arrested them. See how it goes? De Blasio is a shill, a clown, and an idiot.
I noticed, when I passed the Manhattan Trump Tower in a car, that there was a thorough police presence, and concrete barriers in a seamless line around the block. I also noticed that the barriers looked like shit. All chipped up and eroded away. This is our fucking presidents property! Have some goddamn class, Mr Mayor.
Mobs, indeed. The Left needs to be harangued in the public square, and hoisted on their own frilly petards. Keep in mind, they have zero self awareness, and no sense of humor. Kindness is of no use.
Following Casey’s suggestion for more:
“Slobs Join Mobs”
“Morons Make Mobs”
“AntiFA = ProCaca”
(FA is First Amendment)
I was a student at SF State mid to late sixties. The leftist shit bags put on all manner of “rallies” or better described, riots. They carried ice picks to stab the horses ridden by the SF police officers who were on campus to keep the peace. The police were 100% out smarted and totally ineffectual. I can envision the same scenarios coming to a campus near you.
So Terry, what you’re saying is …that a ‘slight’ change in the ROE is called for. I agree.