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There is a growing tendency around the Net to judge artists of various kinds according to their “opinions” rather than their art when their art is all that is under review.
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There is a growing tendency around the Net to judge artists of various kinds according to their “opinions” rather than their art when their art is all that is under review.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Art is too life affirming and joyous and will be banished.
The drab ugliness of a Soviet bloc vassal with Zils and Trabants and everyone with approved sterile opinions is a feature to comrade lefty and the beatings will continue until there is no opposition to the current thing.
Thanks for that, Gerard. These days it’s easy to feel defeated with all the complete nonsense that gets elevated and mandated in our culture. I’ve been reading through the Old Testament, and all of the books of the prophets are about how nearly all of the Israelites turned away from God and thus earned His wrath. So our present age is nothing new. But there was always a faithful remnant, and if that’s our lot, all we can do is embrace it and appreciate the beauty He gives us every day if we keep our eyes on it. And keep the faith! That’s what I’m doing, and the Purists can’t take that away from me. God bless you and all the rest of the good people here!