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Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
— Bob Dylan
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
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
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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HOOOOOAAAAAH!!!!! Memories best left lost in the ether!
The whole package looks to be created in the ’70s as an adjunct to the intense press coverage about how dropping acid would “improve” your life or maybe a part of the notice of an upcoming Timothy Leary lecture at Berkely! “Tune in, turn on, drop out” and get massive irreversible brain damage! And it tasted a whole lot better than detergent pods, especially when dripped on a sugar cube. Do they still make sugar cubes?
Yes.
While watching this, for some reason, this joke popped in my head: Pavlov is sitting at a pub enjoying a pint, the phone rings and he jumps up shouting, “Oh no, I forgot to feed the dog!”
That was well done! I was worried that the Shenanigan might have slipped off its base, which is of course made from preframulated ammulite, and that could’ve caused great damage to the sperving bearings. Wouldn’t that have been a pity!
As we all know, to successfully tune this instrument one needs a turbo encabulator, such as this one made by Chrysler:
https://youtu.be/MXW0bx_Ooq4
As a professional musician I have to say: that is effin hilarious! Great spoof on “early musick.”
Speaking of sugar cubes. I was in a restaurant just yesterday, a charcuterie delicatessen in Waltham, Massachusetts, where they placed a shallow tray of roughly shaped sugar cubes, white and brown, out with our coffee.
Do they have white and brown sugar cubes for the same reason I keep white and brown corn cobs in my outhouse?
You did notice, of course, that was a left handed Shenanigan, far far less common than the right handed Shenanigan.
“. . . white and brown corn cobs . . . ”
Very funny BillH
Reminds me of home. Ha, Ha !!!
You can do that at home, too, Jaynie! Adds a touch of class to the tea table.
https://www.amazon.com/Perruche-Brown-Sugar-Cubes-10-5/dp/B006YVD9G6