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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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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So now it’s official?
It’s from somebody who has the keys to the page, so yes.
My apologies for sending you an e-mail earlier today – I had not scrolled down on your page far enough to see your posting. I’m sure you’ve gotten many from a lot of different sources.
We will all regret the passing of whoever “Ol’ Remus” was; I only hope that his heirs and assigns understand the breadth and depth of readership that he sustained in these strange times.
Sad. It seems like we are losing warriors on our side and the demons on the other side seem to live forever.
Coda, with a sad yet triumphant final chord. Remus mortuus est.
Hmmm..It only says that Ol Remus has met his demise…might it just be the death of the website and not the man behind it? One can only hope…
And that, Friends, is how you Come in from the Cold in the digital age.
Unlike Epstein, Remus won’t even need the facial surgery. Who knows, Remus might even be Khashoggi. Remember that guy? The Man who walked into an embassy and came out a Narrative of Death. No remains, no nuthin’ … but he’s deader’n hell, I’m here to tell you. And, those Saudi’s … tsk, tsk.
Good Ol’ Remus! May he rest in peace.
Terri says: “…the demons on the other side seem to live forever.”
No, the bullet for those demons is already, as they say in the artillery corps, “on the way,” and it will, in God’s time, find its mark.
I got misty over his first hiatus years ago, then the rejoice RETURN! Now…my gut tells me, I need a drink and a toast to his talent. Gerard, you are my first go-to everyday, now including Tuesdays. Keep up the great work!
Well, damn.
A D has been my home page for a long time. I wish it to stay my home page. Especially in the weird times we are experiencing currently. Please stay healthy Gerard.
Yes, what Terry said.
Ol Remus Marsilvia was a treasure. He was the voice of wisdom and wit. I shall forever recall his advise to ” avoid crowds, they attract ordinance”. I had the good fortune to exchange emails with Remus and found his personal emails written with the same witty and insightful banter he posted at woodpile report.
He shall be remembered as a patriot. God speed to his family
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