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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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That looks like a good place to herd all the progtards to. Lure them in with non-gendered green tea & nasty burnt taste soy lattes,Starbucks style.
All are Welcome.
Yesterday I passed the neighborhood park,a pleasant,grassy,treed place. Two young guys were shootin’ hoops at the small court,and nearby,a young mother was seated in the playground area,attending to her baby in the stroller. Two other small children were investigating the slide & swings. The weather here in AZ is gorgeous now,perfect temps and brilliant blue skies.
Passed by there today. The B-ball court was roped off with yellow & black “caution” tape.
The playground area even more so.
There was a small group,family maybe,lounging under a tree a ways from the yellow-tape scary areas.
Drove around it twice wondering WTF had happened in less than 24 hrs?
Yeah,I get that kids are bacterial/viral vectors of doomsday,and everything we or they touch will make us die horribly unless constantly sanitized to the nth degree.
But,seriously? Humanity managed to survive and prosper in the eons before antivirals & antibiotics,somehow.
Are we that pussified we are not allowed to enjoy fresh air unless properly authorized?
Nori – up here in Washington State, you are now forbidden from fishing in state waters. Even by yourself. How fishing is connected to the Chinese Virus is anyone’s guess – as long as you’re a Democrat.
Gerard, I do actually think we’re on a countdown timer to an unimaginable SHTF outcome.