Here’s is the original poem that was set to music →→→ Stay The Fuck At Home
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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His blue dinosaur/dragon/whatever appears to be appalled by the salty language.
Yep, I agree.
Here’s a much less salty but good-humored bit of advice for cats on how to keep a healthful schedule during quarantine. After all, die Katzen know they are good company for their human slaves during these trying times:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cllwHb89dfA&ab_channel=cheezburger
Cats can suffer too because of the pandemic, our young friend had to go to the Animal Hospital; but unlike every other time our cats were sick or hurt, we couldn’t go in with them to hold and comfort them in the scary place. The new rules in our area are park in front of the door, call the front desk, wait inside the car for an aide to come out to take our friend in. While we wait in the car and Max has to endure the handling of strangers without our comfort. And he HATES strangers, we have friends that have never seen him. He disappears before they get out of the car.
BTW, earlier this morning I couldn’t get onto AD, got a Wordpress error. Thought I should mention it.
Good information about the kitty John. I was fortunate since Olive’s annual checkup and shot boosting moment (she needs to be sedated at the vet) happened several weeks back.
“And he HATES strangers, we have friends that have never seen him.”
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True here too. We have 4 cats and no one but my wife and me has ever seen them. lol When they hear a noise that is not expected, VAMOOSE!, they is gone!
Every cat we have ever had received their initial shots and then never received any more. We have an established plan where it has been impossible for over 30 years for any of them to escape our domain. They all live like lazy kings, though all 4 are gurlz. Queens?
Supposedly the origination of the word f*ck
came from prostitutes being charged a fee
to practice their trade. Hence: Fornication
Under Consent of the King