WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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OK, what’s all this CHAZ business?
No I don’t need to get out more.
I didn’t view the vid.
C-Capitol
H-Hill
A-Autonomous
Z-Zone
Controlled by a gangster by the name of Raz. Maybe he’s a poet too?
The Tucker Carlson piece with the man-on-the-scene report is funny, in a perverse kind of way…..what else could be expected from Seattle’s Capitol Hill District?
I read, in a Fox News article that the children in CHAZ are tweeting for supplies, cigs, things to drink and eat, etc. Someone in that area, with at least one atrophied testicle should turn off the water and the power, scramble all of their internet signals and surround it with Federal Troops…the kind that wouldn’t think twice about putting bullets into the heads of these marxist fucks.
Lock them in and lock them down and as they surrender, one by one, cuff them, throw them into jail on State and Federal charges, deny all bail and let them cool their violent little heels in small cells. When they’re tried and convicted, give them no less than 10 years of hard labor, cart them off to a Federal pen and throw them into GP.
Jack, howzabout just waiting them out after axing utilities, taking them in small groups of 4-5 to a nearby secluded area and put a single bullet to the back of the head, Einzatsgruppen style? And then shovel and shut up (3 S’s)
Quiet and economical. And quite effective.
Plus the word would quickly get out thru the grapevine and spread like wildfire. Ergo no more riots.
Waco… what did the government do?
Cut off power. Blasted with loudspeakers.
Then burned them to death.
Democrats did that.