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Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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.
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
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Gerard Van der Leun
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Here is an idea. The senate decides to let the defense go first and Republicans spend a week or two explaining what a farce this whole thing is. Then, just as the Democrats are to make their feeble case (again) Trump resigns handing the government over to Pence. He would say it is for the good of the country to stop this corrosive partisan warfare. The Democrats will be flummoxed and not sure what happened. Trump would appear gracious, magnanimous; “the bigger man” who stoops to conquer. Then Trump can spend the next nine months campaigning freed from the burden of governing. He is a better campaigner even than he is a president and I think he has done quite well as president. I was horrified four years ago as he systematically picked off the best and brightest the Republicans had. This would be a bit different. He can pick whoever he wants to run against in November. “I am so glad Harris dropped out. I was worried.” And she is back in. “I admire and respect Mayor Pete.” And all his support dries up over night. Next January, Pence returns to vice-president and Trump is back. It is like wackamole. They think they got him and he just disappears only to pop up again in November. Or maybe a tag team match is better. “Get in there Mike and then tag me back in next year!”
Not a bad play;
I’ve been envisioning a replay of
Nixon-Agnew-Rockefeller-Ford,
except with SteveBannon and TuckerCarson playing the parts of unelected Prez and Veep.
We don’t need more politicians, we need a Philosopher and Vice-Philosopher.
Never ever give up what ya already got.
You might not ever get it back.