!["Let My Cry Come Unto Thee:" An Ash Wednesday Confession [2006-2020]](https://americandigest.org/wp/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/ash-wednesday.jpg "\"Let My Cry Come Unto Thee:\" An Ash Wednesday Confession [2006-2020]")
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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I need a word to refer to well-off foolish white liberals (for only a liberal thinks that the kitty is friendly and will do no harm).
Softheads. I shall call them softheads.
“Does your cheetah bite?”
“Nope.”
“OW! WTF! You said it didn’t bite.”
“That’s not my cheetah.”
Apparently, what could go wrong is that the cheetahs get mildly annoyed and brusquely shoo you away without inflicting any bodily harm whatsoever — if that video is any guide. I mean, seeing as how a cheetah can chase down and kill an impala, and seeing as how there was a mother holding a baby in the video … I’m thinking that the cheetahs could have done some physical harm, had they wanted to
Any male wearing skinny jeans deserves to be eaten by a cheetah.
“I need a word to refer to well-off foolish white liberals (for only a liberal thinks that the kitty is friendly and will do no harm).”
Yellowstoners? (After the national park, where such behavior is common—just substitute bears for cats.
On the big cat scale, cheetahs are tolerant of humans. In fact, some cheetah kittens have been domesticated enough to make good housepets and “hunting dogs.” (Assuming you have a very big backyard.)
But wild cheetahs have no real reason to feel friendly toward random humans, even if they respect park rangers a bit.
Also, why did the idiots who were smart enough to stay inside the car, not warn the idiots who got out of the car?
SteveS:
“Das ist nicht mein cheetah.”
You’re most assuredly familiar with the term “natural selection”……sometimes the process is faster.
That’s what I thought Callmelennie. They could have done so much more.
Ah, another example of super smrat sophisticated Euroweenies, just getting closer to their animal brothers and sisters… Think wild animals are scary? Wait till they really get to know their new muslim “immigrant” neighbors.
“just substitute bears for cats.” Yellowstone. Just substitute buffalo for cats. Have you ever looked at a wild buffalo? They are not quite a big as an elephant but they are way larger than your average cattle. And people walk right up to them and snap pix. Darwin Award winners.
The pathetic beta males all run back to the car and leave the woman and child to fend for themselves against the pack. Scum.
Frankly, CW, if they are stupid enough to cavort with wild assed animals I’d abandon them too.
The only way I’d drive through one of them places is the same way I’d drive down MLK Blvd., with a powerful hawgleg laying on the seat next to me.
A big part of staying alive is recognizing danger.
Excellent point Ghostsniper. Here’s an alternate headline:
Friends Exit Cars to Photograph Free-Roaming Mustangs in NW Colorado. Nothing Goes Wrong.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrOnTWNGNos
Eyes in front: Predator
Eyes on the side: Prey
A big part of staying out of trouble is knowing the difference.
Just when you’re thinking you’re the 2-legged alpha-predator…….