Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
— Bob Dylan
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Funny thing watching this video, used to be a big Bill fan from the EjectEjectEjcet days until TDS hit, he started bitching about exercise or actually the lack thereof. I was up at 2:30 am this morn, off to the gym to work those very same large leg muscles he seems to have just become aware of. yeah, leg day, ugh.
I limped home and so I’m watching, eating my 70 grams of post work out protein and thinking, maybe Bill you might have been hip to DJT and what he meant to us gym rubes if you had been squating. I’m using gym here metaphorically BTW.
There were a few important things I stressed to my daughter and one of them was vigorous exercise is a key to a happy & healthy life. Seems pretty obvious to me, 70 now and(knock on wood) am quite healthy.
Anyway, that’s where I bailed on him. Scott Ott is even worse.
Pfizer, the people who gave the world Viagra, have always been about being the biggest dicks. They deserve to suck it long hard and deep, plus a giant teabag.
Whittle goes on and on here. Lots of fluff. I liked seeing his Russian wife. A babe considering her age.
His talk about soy, food, exercise, weight loss and testosterone is worth a listen. I never have put much faith or paid much attention to this diet or that diet. I simply ate and drank what I wished. Now at 68 I can still do that, but I have had to boost my daily exercise. Today I will be riding a bicycle around a lake for 16 miles, walking for 3 miles, doing some yoga and muscle work, and then drinking as many vodkas as I want. That’s my diet. Oh yes…I forgot the ice cream.
I’m trying to remember if BW was one of those: shut up because we lost to Biden types. However in this vid he alludes to the election steal. I like his work, in general. I really like the analogy to WWI and it works for me. IOW, I agree that the socialists don’t have sufficient reserve power to seal the deal. America is stronger than they think.
The actual depth of the Left is way thinner than most realize. Their cultural supporters are summer soldiers, and will blow away in the wind when they get to our final line of resistance (us).