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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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.
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
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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THE GRIEVANCES.
These are the original. I think we could come up with some new variations on the theme– He/She has endeavored to keep us thinking that our individual safety was more important than our individual liberty.
“He has kept among us, in times of peace, standing armies, without the consent of our legislatures.” These would be the State Karens who decide how many people you can have at Thanksgiving Dinner.
This is not a political blog, but I’m an American and so from time to time, I recall our history in light of the day.
He has refused his assent to laws the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his governors to pass laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
I’m sorry. That did not work as I intended.
Trumpslide!
Nothing succeeds like success. I googled 1 day prior predictions 2016 and actual 2016 electoral college votes.
Get some!
If I could, I surely would vote for Trump. Unfortunately, I am Canadian and cannot. Thanks, Gerard, for bringing the excellence of this man to the fore. We need more like him.
We are going to have the biggest landslide in history
My prediction- President Trump will WIN AGAIN, and with at least 354 electoral votes.
MAGA and God bless America.
So happy bureaucracies like the vaunted CDC has our back. Fuhk! They are smart sunsabitches! The actually saved us in the epidemic.
Now I have your attention. This morning, on the radio, the news that the pandemic is going into its deadliest phase ever, and also the CDC says that even though this is the case, we are encouraged to go out to the physical polls and vote. If you have been quarantined, it’s okay to vote. I shit you not. COVID is deadly, but voting (of course they want you to lean Biden, don’t they?) is more important.
Following the “science,” no doubt. I hate the CDC and all doctors in charge of groups. I hope to hell somebody has the courage to grab them by the pussy and frikkin destroy their action. That radio report this morning was so insulting it is indescribable.
Today. Election Day. 2020. A reality show. A cliffhanger.
I’m holding my breath, waiting to hear shouted across the nation:
DEMOCRAT PARTY,
YOU”RE FIRED!
In a just world:
Place the AG and the State Auditors in NV, AZ, MI, PA, GA and NC in jail immediately. They sit atop a throne of lies.
The Libertarian candidate in NV has taken half of the votes Trump needs to win. Happy, now, Libertarians? The time a 3rd party candidate cost America her freedom and threw the world into a thousand years of chaos. File her candidacy under: “fuck around and find out.”