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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
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…….