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In Memory Of W.B. Yeats
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The People Yes
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Camouflage
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Chimes of Freedom
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
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Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
De Breanski
VAN GOGH
Hillegas
To the Stonecutters
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
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from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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About the time that John Kerry (illegally) visited Iran, I believe this plot was hatched. China had problems with the covid and Iran has had a tough time. I believe that the Democrats, Iran, and China all had a hand in it. The only way they think that Trump voters would peel away from Trump would be getting the economy to collapse.
I think it is a mistake to make these claims. They don’t age well. Look at what people were saying back in April when the total deaths in the U.S. were under 5000. Their comments look pretty stupid and uninformed today. How does he reconcile Herma Cain’s recent death? Whay, he was already on his deathbed or it was all a lie and Mr. Cain is vacationing somewhere. How does he reconcile what happened in Italy or Belgium? Even Sweden has a very high death rate and they are not all in nursing homes. In 12-18 months we will better know what the stats are. But to make proclamations or conspiracy theories with so little facts known but yet while over a 1000 a day are dying from Covid is foolish. By the way, for what it’s worth, our death rate in four months has gone WAY past what the common flu is in a year. And it looks like it is not slowing down. Sure there is politicization of Covid but don’t conflate that with “everything is a lie”.
Simpleton sed: “…our death rate in four months has gone WAY past what the common flu is…”
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We we can see where this suckerass gets it’s information from.
Someone hand me that 12 gauge over there….
This looks pretty damning to me: https://virologyj.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/1743-422X-2-69 I’m shocked this study is still on the net
Damning to Dr. Falsi, anyway. This man needs to be prosecuted for every Covid related death in this country.
Forgot to mention in previous comment: The Virology Journal is the official publication of Dr. Falsi’s very own NIH
Donald Trump and I have something in common: we both know 4 people who have died from Covid. And I share the observation he made that in all his life he’s never known anybody who’s died from the flu even though it does happen. Anecdotal? Sure. However, we do know that Covid is much more contagious than the flue. A small percentage may die, but a small percentage of a big number is still a big number. And I’m not so ready to dismiss the deaths of people with underlying conditions. My wife is 68 and has high blood pressure. There is no reason for her blood pressure alone to shorten her life. And some who don’t die suffer from a number of disabling effects.
I have no doubt that this disease is being used by the Democrats to undermine the President’s popularity. And there’s a lot of misinformationout there. But let’s sort the wheat from the chaff when assessing it’s lethal and disabling capabilities.
Nope, I don’t know 4 people that died of the Kungflu. I don’t know one person that died of the Kungflu.
I do know lots of folks that have given up living to keep from dying, and that’s rather sad.
Since they re-opened where my wife works after the first shut-down, 11 people supposedly have tested “positive cases”. No one has died. The worst 2 wwere akin to a mild flu. My wife hasn’t come down with it. I haven’t come down with it. Our family hasn’t come down with it. This doesn’t include the 3 through family mutual friends who tested “positive cases” yet had no symptoms. And our family and mutual friends mingle, and we don’t wear face diapers.
“It’s worse than the flu!”
Well, when you deliberately stack old folks homes with Corona-Cooties patients among people who already have a weakened immune system, and have 1 or more comorbidities, expect them to get infected and die. And how about… remember all those doctors and nurses proclaiming “Stop intubating/ventilating the Corona-Cooties patients! You’re killing them!” And they were called kooks and removed from social media platforms?
Which reminds me: Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer Vetoes Bill to Prevent COVID-19 Patients From Being Housed in Nursing Homes
And remember, doctors after doctors and nurses after nurses proclaiming “Hydroxycloroquine, Azithromycin, and Zinc works!” These are doctors and nurse who are doing it in real time and watching their patients recover. But no. The Pharmaceutical Industrial Complex proclaim they too, are all kooks.
BTW, if I can go to the NIH website, look around, try different key words, and find Hydroxycloroquine studies on the Corona-Cooties, so can you all.
Anyone want to take a guess on how Chris “Hydroxycloroquine doesn’t work” Cuomo recovered from the Cooties? Cinchona bark extract.
The Corona-Cooties tests are notoriously inaccurate.
Everyone in our family takes C, D3, Zinc, and Magnesium. My wife and I use to travel, we have Hydroxycloroquine IF we need it.
And don’t worry, 99.96% of Americans are surviving the worst global pandemic in history.
I remember when all the usual’s were proclaiming: “Mealleons! Mealleons are going to die!”
Go ahead and get your Corona-Cooties Vaccine people. And forever change, what makes you, you. Oh. Right! You’ve all read the actual scientific papers on that right? Right? But, but… the TeeVee people said Fraud Fachi and Bill Gates said!
Blue Collar Logic is a great channel!
If Covid is such a big deal, so contagious and deadly, why isn’t it being treated like that? Why do we have governors picking and choosing which businesses to close? Why do we have certain drugs, that work well in other countries for it, banned in this one? Why are we still putting infected people in care centers and nursing homes? Why are individuals being restricted in having private funerals, but big political ones are okay?
The numbers are being pumped up, sometimes by positive tests for people that weren’t even tested. Hospitals get more money for covid patients so they tweak the numbers. Most of the country has a pretty low case load, if you take NY and NJ out of the stats. You know, the places where they didn’t shut down mass transit or even try to disinfect it regularly. The co-worker that had it said he would rather have it than the flu. Most people that test positive stay home and take over the counter meds to deal with it.