Fullscreen and it will bring a shine to your soul. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
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
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
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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How smart was that? Very cute until momma runs up and puts a front hoof through sweet pea’s forehead.
Cute, now check her for deer ticks. Lyme disease is epidemic. And it’s a nasty illness with lots of serious side effects.
Sorry, guys. I thought that was sweet as can be. Proof that all of nature is harmony until your mind grows to such a proportion that you perceive yourself separate and alone. Then the critters run away.
If only life was that sweet and easy.
Innocence meets innocence. It’s over much too quickly.
Ticks are every where in ruralville, don’t blame the animals. Ticks were here first.
Just yesterday I saw the smallest tick I had ever seen crawling on my leg. I didn’t even know what it was. Had to use a magnifying glass to see it’s legs. I picked it off, set it on the workbench, squirted it with some ether and put the torch to it. Yeah, it sizzled and popped. I hate parasites.
Loved how the dear was ready to bolt, trying to decide whether friend or foe.
I’m a dog lover and I have a pair of Golden Doodles. I bought my older boy from a breeder in Oklahoma and he is 13 now, showing a few signs of the inevitable and making me worry more about him than my own kids, sometimes. The other is a 2 year old that I’ve recently adopted after he had been shuffled about in foster homes and like most doods he’s a little hard headed and strong willed but in no danger of being fostered ever again.
Recently my older boy was wobbling, having trouble standing up and more trouble walking and I immediately thought that he had had a stroke or his heart was screwing around with him so I took him to my vet who, after examining him, removed a tick that was about the size of a fingernail of a small child.
That damned tick, even as tiny as it was, had caused these problems in my dog and after removing the thing the vet gave him a steroid and a preventative and within 24 hours my pup was headed back to recovery.
He’s fine now but I tell this story to impress upon everyone that it doesn’t take much of a tick bite to
incapacitate a pet or a human and everyone should be aware of and careful of the dangers they pose.
Young children, due to their innocence and not being exposed to the real world and all its pitfalls and dangers, are primarily the only ones able to get away with this in the wild kingdom world.
Animals have a unique sense of danger, due to the way they live, constantly surrounded by predators & danger of all kinds. The fawn did not recognise or sense danger so went about the order at hand, filling the stomach. Had Momma shown up she might have been wary but is doubtful would have reacted much differently, not sensing danger or predatory intentions.
I hunted in South Africa in 2002. Through the brush, I had so many tick on me at times that you didn’t pick them off, you initially tried to WIPE them off. I had so many bug bites I got a bacterial infection that presented itself a few days home, after my five day venture on the black continent. I even found one of those little bastards like Ghost was describing, dug into my forearm after I was safely back in Doo-Dah. Doxyclyclene got rid of the fever in a day. Also used for Lyme disease and acne, both types of bacteria.
I also have a deep pit/scar under my left butt cheek from a freak accident/fall off a ladder onto a piece of sheet metal. A tick had found that deep scar as a home for a few days before I found it, and in reaction yanked it off, with a fair amount of blood following.
I’m with Ghost, parasites are awful, both insect and human type.