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Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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.
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
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.