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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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
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Cue Dennis Leary “Voices in My Head”.
I don’t know if any of you remember the blogger Cathy Seipp, who passed away from cancer in 2007, but she was on a show with this knob when he went off on her–yelling, leaning in, being intimidating, the whole set. Wow, what guts, he treated a petite female cancer patient to a threat display. There was a situation which called for a chasmatician.*
Where have you gone, Chasmatic
A nation turns its’ lonely eyes to you (woo woo woo)”
*chas•ma•ti•cian (chăs-mə-tĭsh′ən)
noun
A person skilled or learned in punching people in the mouth who rate it.
Yes, the “Maverick” McCain exhibited even more volcanic eruptions in his lifelong burial of MIA’s.
Chasmatician, wow. High standard. Fitting tribute for that Spiller of Soup.
I was telling someone about Chasmatic just the other day. He is missed.