Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
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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They certainly are an unattractive bunch. Why is that do you suppose? I’ll say this for them- they’re all very impressed with their own intelligence. Especially that kid in the striped shirt. He needs his goofy head stuffed in a toilet bowl.
JWM
Are you suggesting that his head will work as a toilet brush?
You are right.
Vacuous, vain, pompous fakers, PP (Pseudo People). Excellent sample of the D-Generation of the nation.
Dumber than disconnected fire hydrants dog-whistling, “Pee on me.”
I suspect these were graduate students, given their well-considered comments.
Toilet Brush is a good example of the first wave of fodder.
Why don’t you self-important nozzles gather 6 or 30 of your like-minded rimming partners and create your own commune? “Workers own the means of production” philosophy and “equal say in all decisions” with no “white supremacy” in sight. After all, since your view of the future takes in to account the lessons of the past NOT AT ALL, you should be free to form a much better, more fair, and more efficient social network than all the oppressive fascists that came before.
Start on the first of the month and we’ll check back on your success, freedom from discordance, social harmony, and absence of jealousy, anger, and envy in about 3 months.
Deal?
I saw over at Stiltons’ that President Trump picked this year’s Miss America. Man was that ever an out of left field choice.
But leave it to The Boss, eh?
Pathological liars are dangerous, very dangerous.
There is a weird sort of sense to the vid, they are showing (without realizing it) that they are predisposed to oppose ANY candidate Trump nominates. He could name Hillary Clinton (perish the thought) and they would protest that.
How does the interviewer not say, “Have you even read the Constitution?”
An old traveling salesman joke tells of a guy having a flat tire on a country road at sundown and finding he had no tire tool. Remembering the farm house back down the road, he sets out walking to borrow a tire tool. As he walks, he imagines all the things that are going to go wrong when he gets to the house: the dogs are going to come after him, he might get shot for approaching the house after dark, the farmer will be so angry for being awakened he won’t loan him the tool. He finally arrives at the farm house, and he’s made himself so angry at the farmer he picks up a rock and throws it through the upstairs bedroom window. Looking out the window, the farmer sees a man standing in the road, shaking his fist at him, and screaming: “Just keep your damned tire tool!”.
Prejudice is a self-inflicted wound.
I want to see the video when he tells these pretentious propagandized geniuses what ignorant tools they are. I want to see an NHL-style reality check into the boards that launches them up into the cheap seats. Shame and humiliation is what they need, badly.
And keep in mind that these are selected from the ones that knew what a “Supreme Court Justice” is!
Remember when ignorance was no excuse?
Mark Dice has a number of videos that come under the “sadly hilarious” label. It’s hard to believe that so many people are so uninformed and ignorant, but it’s true!
Saddest of all, it’s the people who think they’re educated that are the worst offenders.
Watering Crops With Brawndo Energy Drink:
https://youtu.be/hRn5N4q9kYE
Left wing pinko marxist commie trash. Pulled that out of the way back machine.
I was going to write that these are the people who will someday wield authority in our government and institutions but that would be to ignore the fact that people with very similar educations and outlooks and certainly no more intelligent or capable as these have been running the government and many major institutions for at least a generation.