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“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”
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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What a wonderful life that guy has had.
My advice? Choose the right parents, kids.
Got a fence job coming up-on a hill no less-with about 3 dozen fence pole holes I’ll be digging out…by hand. One of those augers sure would be nice
If you ever really want to get something done, hitch a “cat” to it.
Scott Wadsworth is a wordsmith. A friends wife who has no interest in tools watches these videos with him and is fascinated.
I agree, Joe. Scott*, as a guy who has worked with his hands all his life, has a substantial talent for crafting his words on video.
* I refer to the Essential Craftsman as “Scott” as though he and I were friends. As I do with our host here, I check the internets at least daily to see if my “internet-friend” has had something new to say today. However the truth of the matter is that whatever friendship relationship we share is merely electronic and very distant, and therefore something less than a true friendship. But were I ever to meet Scott (or Gerard, who introduced me to Scott), I’d like to think that we’d enjoy each other’s company and could share a coffee, soda pop, or beer, along with a laugh or two.
MM, you can always rent one. If you plan out all your holes, you should easily be able to knock out 36 in a day, and that’s a lot of effort saved.
I had a boss once that wanted me to dig a bunch of fence post holes by hand. The problem was, the property had a huge amount of gravel in the soil, so every hole was a huge chore. I got him out there and had him start the first hole while I moved the posts near where the holes would be. He was cussin’ and bitching every time he hit a rock.
Then I brought out the gas powered hole digger. It takes two to hold it properly, but the hole is done in 30 seconds. He was amazed, and then I told him I had just had the rental place bill it to him.
Mr. V.: Been trying to talk Geoff C. into renting a mini skid steer to tackle that mound in the backyard. Maybe this year I’ll prevail. Would LOVE to operate it and get that job done this summer.