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Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
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
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.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Gerard Van der Leun
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY! 😉
Clint Eastwood- what a helluva great guy.
And Dirty Harry Callahan- what a helluva great movie character. That movie is responsible for inspiring my interest in collecting Smith & Wesson revolvers. Heck, I might as well blame Eastwood for my owning the ’58 Remington and the Colt Walker, too!
Nice video above, but it appalled me to see Eastwood compared to the despicable libtard Carroll O’Connor and his role as Archie Bunker- a racist played by a Socialist.
Best performance Eastwood ever did? His RNC speech attacking the Kenyan Kommie, known as the “Empty Chair” speech. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=933hKyKNPFQ
Waiting for my previous comment to appear.
I just posted a comment on another article here, and it posted right away.
Weird.
Clint Eastwood joined the ranks of John Wayne, Steve McQueen, Sam Elliot, Tom Selleck, as well as a few others a few decades ago. Mostly because of who they were/are as people which I think is exemplified in the characters they chose to play. Unfortunately they are becoming a thing of the past, as we all must. For the generations coming up I don’t see or hold out much hope, with the nonsense and quality they all subscribe to.
Send-ups&remakes of cartoon characters and ‘60s half-hour television comedies are what the market is worthy of.
We lost the writing when they stopped teaching real English- where the depth was.
Dear enn ess: You can get your Tom Selleck fix by watching the “Jesse Stone” series on Prime. Highly recommended.
Another great series with Tom Selleck is “Blue Bloods.” It has a cast of great actors like Donnie Wahlberg and Bridget Moynahan- whose delicate, feminine beauty is astounding. Matter of fact, all of the major female cast members are gorgeous, each in different ways.
Well done. That was fun, Best 8 minutes of the day, so far.
“Dyin’ ain’t much of a livin’ boy.”
–ojw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86Nk4Fo2I9k
Probably the best movie saying ever.
That scene sold thousands of “fired once” Model 29 S&W’s…
(35% hearing loss speaking)
That scene sold thousands of “fired once” Model 29 S&W’s…
Mine is not a “fired once”. I have shot the hell out of that gun and love the hand-load I’ve worked up for it. Big Wampum! I like the caliber so much I bought a Mod. 629 (stainless). Great hunting weapon, but not what you would pack around for EDC….unless you are Harry Callahan, of course.
After a particularly vivid dream illustrating the inadequacies of a 38 SPL, I carried a a 29 and a 629 the last 10 years of my LE career.
No more bad dreams.
I’m a light frame at 6 ft. 1 in. and I’ve had hip replacement surgery. Much too much for me to gimp around with….but you are absolutely correct about .44 mag being adequate to push away any bad dreams.
My wife Susie has a complete collection of Clint Eastwood movies neatly arranged in a book case.
EX-Cali Pete
I agree, The Empty Chair speech was a keeper. I would love to see a Biden mock by Clint.
For Biden , Clint could do an “Empty Hat” or “Empty Skull” routine.
How serendipitous. Yesterday, Adrienne posted about moral injury, a subject of great interest at this time. Harry Callahan is the Patron Saint of Getting the Job Done Despite the Rules. Were there moral injuries involved, for example when he tortured the “Scorpio” killer? Possibly…but in which direction?
It teases at the moral/ethical center of the brain: Is it ever morally compulsory to torture? Hearken to legendary NHL coach Don Cherry:
“If hooking up one rag-head terrorist prisoner’s testicles to a car battery to get the truth out of the lying little camel shagger will save just one Canadian life, then I have only three things to say: Red is positive, black is negative, and make sure his nuts are wet.”
I find myself in agreement…but there’s always that nagging doubt: “What if I’m wrong?”
When things get bad, and it looks like your not gonna make it, you gotta get mean. I mean plum mad dog mean. – ojw
Poretto writes: “…but there’s always that nagging doubt: “What if I’m wrong?”
Kurtz answers: “And then I realized…like I was shot…Like I was shot with a diamond…a diamond bullet right through my forehead…And I thought: My God…the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters…These were men…trained cadres…these men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love…but they had the strength…the strength…to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral…and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordal instincts to kill without feeling…without passion…without judgement…without judgement. Because it’s judgement that defeats us.”
Oh my.
Yes, the moral people suffer the frailty of the fear of judgement, because we believe in justice, fairness, and that “…for it is written, vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.”
Dear god, I pray that your vengeance comes swiftly and decisively, for we have been betrayed. The has leadership of the nation is utterly corrupted and drunk on power. These leaders care not for their citizens, but only for the love of money. They are rotten in their soul. Lord above, I do not know how much longer men in our country can refrain from seeking vengeance. Deliver us from this evil.
Lord, if I am wrong please tell me.
Amen.