Inspiring. Much more inspiring than those “Raptors” vs. those “Bucks.” (And what’s with that vaguely racist name anyway?)
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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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This is why beach volleyball was invented.
“Spanning the globe..”
Bucks? Flat racist:
from The Congo: Section 1
By Vachel Lindsay
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.
I could not turn from their revel in derision.
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
BOOM, kill the Arabs,
BOOM, kill the white men,
HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Listen to the creepy proclamation,
Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation,
Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play: —
“Be careful what you do,
Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
And all of the other
Gods of the Congo,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
Source: The Congo (1915)
Uh, let’s see…
She can vault my…
no, no, no.
I got a pole for…
No, doesn’t work.
There’s a one-liner just waiting here somewhere.
JWM
succulent
A sport made for spectating if there ever was one!
Stunning!
I ran track in HS and into college (developed serious tendonitis in both shins). If there were distractions as shown in this video, I would have been ejected from the team due to not completing the workouts. I really enjoy watching athletic women in action. Those shorts——WOW! No fat girls either!!! Difficult to vault if fat.
Excellent item to post Gerard.
Pleasant. Entertaining. Pleasantly entertaining. Entertainingly pleasant.
Only one lefty?
That Charles, always HAS to drag politics into it.
Some people….
When I want to see cute rear ends, I watch baseball. Most of you guys don’t come close to being worth watching.
This figures that it was Brasil. I had the good fortune to spend 6 months working in Brasil… in an office that was adjacent to a college. It was as close to paradise as a man could get. Unfortunately, I was already married, otherwise, I would have never come back to the US.
Football anyone?
https://youtu.be/KvXSlgCMfho
Ha, ha PA Cat. About the difference between men and women and those old man butts, frogs and double knit pants.
https://youtu.be/riVntlVtRbk
I am very slow on the uptake. I had to watch it a number of times just to get the gist.
When I was on the boat in Alaska, one of the workers was a young Brazilian guy. The stories…
How on earth did you overlook this? Best butts in the MLB playoffs. 😁
https://betches.com/best-baseball-butts-mlb-playoffs-2017/
“Italy Woman’s Pole Vault”. Italian Athletics maybe on BrazilianTVHD?
I remember that poem on The Congo when I was a school kid in the deep South, years before forced integration. I think I first heard it in the 2nd or 3rd grade and it is just as true today as it was then but so few today realize it exists and understands the topic. And what’s astonishing is that the black is far more prevalent and violent than he’s ever been in history and he’s growing worse.
A pretty young woman’s butt, like that pictured, is a thing of true and stunning beauty. Doesn’t matter quite so much when we’re banging on the door of 70 with a big hammer but my memory hasn’t faded and I still appreciate them and I do remember that I had a fine time with ’em when I was younger.
I’ll take a stab at the one liner, JWM (actually a two liner)
Why is women’s weightlifting in the Olympics but not men’s powerlifting ? After all, hundreds of millions of men have done a bench press; how many people have ever done a woman’s snatc- (Don’t answer that!)
Well, whatever that number is, it’s probably equal to the the number who have done the woman’s pole vault