Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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“……..but, we are criminally minded betrayers of our own country and President”.
But nothin’ !
Obammy kilt hundreds of MidEast critters without prosecution, including one american dude, with drone strikes.
I saw a cartoon with Salami’s severed hand, complete with ring, and holding a bag of Obama cash. The trouble for the dems is: we remember. We remember everything you sacks of shit have done. And, we are pissed.
But, However….
OK, what’s the deal here, do these people get a “media honey do” list every morning that they must memorize and then go out and smear their greasy mugs all over over as many vid cams as possible?
If not, they are doing a pretty good simulation that they do.
This has been going on throughout the Trump reign and every time it goes the same way – mass puppetry.
And this is what suffices for leaders running this country?
Hope you don’t mind, and I don’t give a shit if you do, I’ll have none of it.
Make sure to pick up a copy of my new book on amazon, “Finding Freedom In Prison”, thanx, Mgt.
Ghost nails it, as usual.
Who is the left wing-pinko-marxist-commie trash that writes up these lame-ass talking points then disseminates it to the Demo-pukes for regurgitation? What a bunch of hollow sock puppets.
If Obama had zapped this Saladvanilla puke, the media would have been praising him for it. Obama gave the go-sign for SEAL Team 6 to go zap Binladen and there were no concerted objections to how it was done. As Americans we were unified in knowing he met Jesus. FFS.
…but he’s dead.
The but people emerged after 9/11 and enraged me.
ghost, I guess you don’t listen to Rush. He does this all the time compiling examples of leftist garbage mouthpieces bleating the exact same slogans.
Read both of Rush’s books in the early 90’s and by the late 90’s I couldn’t listen to his 1 sided grandstanding any more. The criminals are on both sides and down the middle. I haven’t listened to him in many years.
In the bigger picture the band RUSH’s amazing drummer Neil Peart lost the fight with brain cancer this past Tues. My favorite rock band of all time.
https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/neil-peart-rush-obituary-936221/
… But! We cannot accept that this a win for President Trump!
If he did this then it is a bad thing, probably will cause Climate Change…. or something else that’s bad, and as soon as we figure out what that is we’ll impeach him for it!