— ONT WTF (@OntWtf) June 18, 2020
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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Now why did he want to go off and say that? Whites have been saying this for years but none of them listen and they’re not that attentive now, even when challenged by a black man.
Let’s not kid ourselves, blacks blame whites and “slavery” for every thing they endure but Planned Parenthood, rampant drug use, illegitimacy, black on black crime and long prison sentences are a very important element in black failure in life. They are simply too ig’nant to understand that they are the perps and victims.
We really should keep this to ourselves.
Something like one-half of ALL abortions in America are performed on poor Black women.
I fear he’s finally pissed off the wrong people. His site is unreachable.
How to make a “Black Lives Matter” group shut up?
An exploding diesel bomb.
At first there will be horrifying screaming but it will quickly die down to barely noticeable moaning and writhing and in just a few minutes all that will be left if light smoke and greasy spots on the ground. Millions of people around the world will eagerly pay $1 each to view the youtoob vid.