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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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Bill puts a different perspective on this whole thing. Certainly not what we are getting from rabid reporters at White House briefings.
Why are we not supposed to encounter others?
Why are some allowed to encounter others?
Does the virus discriminate between the allowed and the unallowed?
Does anyone know anyone directly that has this virus?
Not hearsay, not even by one step. Directly.
Are we being scammed?
At what point do things go back to normal?
This is normal.
Here’s a Strategy, stated as a series of Objectives:
1. Destroy the ability of Democrats to steal the next election.
2. In next election, retain Presidency, wipe out Democrats in House and Senate.
3. Clearly identify for the American people that China and the Media are existential threats.
4. In consultation with the American people, determine which is Enemy #1.
5. Emasculate #1.
6. Emasculate #2.
Flawed? Propose a better one!
Call Martial Law already. Get the whole thing over with.
Trump will not take full power till he does declares Martial Law.
He never was was going to obtain full power without Martial Law.
At the very least Trump declaring Martial Law at this point is the best choice of all choices. It would not be worse than what TFUSA is now. I no longer see what needs saving of the construct of administrative tyranny they turned our Republic into.
Asides from that, that was Her job, the one they they thought she could never lose.
Besides, I just figure, creative destruction, hard love, whatever, I want to see what would happen.
At this point as She said, “what does it matter.” Good point.
They where never going to lay down their globo=pedo agenda and go away, play nice just because MAGA. Who here actually believed they would?
Poetic justice for Deplorable’s.
We are screwed ordered Liberty wise anyways, it’s simple Liberty now you got to be concerned with, better the devil you know declaring Martial Law than the other alternative of a coup, thats where this is aimed at, and guns, our guns, it was always about guns, all this extra is a fucking circus, and bread… might as make the whole thing worth it, it needs to burn to the ground, it’s as the axiom presents, nothings so bad it ain’t good for something.
Martial Law by the God Emperor would change the whole dialectic of 4th Generation War. It is a defining thing. Tilts many elements in favor of the dirt people.
After all, it is us dirt people who ever effect positive change in this world.
There is no one else. And that is as it should be.
There’s gonna be a fight.
We are the ones we are waiting for.