“And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we’ve both seen”
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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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Wow, that’s got to be an ugly memory come back to say hi.
Oh, Gerard! Praying for you and so many others. May the Lord be merciful to all.
Oh well, at least we’ll always have ̶P̶a̶r̶i̶s̶ , ̶P̶o̶r̶t̶l̶a̶n̶d̶ , ̶S̶e̶a̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ , ̶N̶e̶w̶ ̶Y̶o̶r̶k̶ ̶ , Chicken, Alaska.
I was listening to Dan Crenshaw interview Michael Shellenberger, former environmental radical and author of “Apocalypse Never.” Shellenberger points out that California could have been 100 percent clean energy by now, with plenty of excess capacity, had not Gov. Pat Brown gone to work for foreign oil interests after he left office. You know, Jerry Brown’s dad. They systematically boxed out nuclear and natural gas.
He points out, more than once, that wind and solar will never ever be reliable. But they’re great for wrecking nature. Crenshaw brings up how Texans can buy electric from many different suppliers. Shellenberger shoots him down: corrupt, self dealing, deceptive.
It is a good interview. I learned quite a bit.
Gordon sed: “He points out, more than once, that wind and solar will never ever be reliable.”
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As always, if the gov’t is in charge failure looms, in all things.
In private ownership alternative energy methods are beyond reliable.
Clue: Unreliable entities will never be reliable.
Same news, different people…ad infinitum
Can you feel our caring hearts? We are with you and hope that snow flies soon! Go slow now. We will need you soon more than ever.
Many are the prayers that I have aimed heavenwards on your behalf in the past week or so, Gerard. Let us hope their efficacy exceeds that of my recent ones to shift the landfall of Isaias away.
So, the Buffalo Bore .357 ammo has arrived. A little on the dear side, but of late laying hands on any sort of ammo hereabouts is no mean feat; even at $20 to empty the revolver, it’s a tiny fraction of any trip to the ER, so I’m good. Thanks to those who made the recommendation. If I dispatch a feral pig, which in reality is a much more likely event than being attacked by a black bear, I’ll throw a helluva Eastern NC pig pickin’, with all and sundry invited.
What Anne said!
And Gerard, thanks for the Prine line. In this season of tumult and loss he is sorely missed.