“The people who lie about everything. . . . did not want you to see the lie that turned out to be true.”
“The people who lie about everything. . . . did not want you to see the lie that turned out to be true.”
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In Memory Of W.B. Yeats
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The People Yes
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
Camouflage
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Chimes of Freedom
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
De Breanski
VAN GOGH
Hillegas
To the Stonecutters
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
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from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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Sorry, I just can’t justify investing 36 mins of my time in the rotten assed global criminal.
I do, desperately, want to see this motherfucker dragged while burning and for that I will watch the whole thing, over and over.
I’ve got it limited to less than 5 minutes. Fear not. Just click the middle arrow.
This lying piece of shit started lying to us, fifty ish years ago.
GV, have you seen his latest. “ Theirs Gonna be a NEW World Order, and the US MUST lead it. Really, does the DoucheBag from Delaware really really think their going to allow him anywhere near the head shed.
Beans Bullets, Bandages!,,,, more importantly no Bullshit. Actively seek out the truth.
As Dirk wrote, one must “actively seek out the truth”. The key word is “actively”. Simply sitting back and accepting whatever you are fed by the government—and that means any government—and media, proves you are a slave. As Aristotle wrote, some people are born “natural slaves”. Consider those who go masked outside or alone in a car as examples of what that old Greek meant. I would also include those who wear little Ukraine pins or who are planning on getting a 4th booster.
The proper attitude to take when the government or media pronounce something, is to always assume it is a lie. That is an excellent inoculation to propaganda.
The one person who has been more consistently right than anyone in the last 20 years—more than any pundit, any politician, any academic—has been that blowhard Alex Jones. It does not matter at all what you think of him.
Informed choices can only be made on truthful facts. I would share this observation. We ALL are liars and thieves.
I to spent a fair amount of time teaching the Law to teens. I started every class with two questions.
Anybody here ever told a lie, may be seriously, or a lil one, everybody INCLUDING me had our hands in the air.
Anybody here ever stole anything , raising my hand instantly. Eventually the entire class has their hands in the air.
And I would say this,,,,,,,,, Now that we’ve established that we’re ALL liars and Thief’s let’s get started. A point, we only made it to where we are today, by admitting the total truth to ourselves and others. We can never be “ Complete”. Without the truth the whole truth!
Dirk
I used a similar method in my 15 years of teaching US History in Oklahoma City. I had posters of the first 16 presidents on the classroom wall. When some student pointed out that some of them had had slaves, I asked the class this: “You are right. Ok then. Let those in our class who are without sin take the posters down.” Nobody stirred, and the class went on.
Here again is that criminal moment with Creepy Joe when he barked at the man inquiring about Hunter’s Ukraine activities… campaign trail 2020. https://tinyurl.com/2p9yays5
Oh come on, man! Give me a…. a…. a…. uh…. um… aw, you know the thing…. a break.
I haven’t even told 1/70,000th of the lies that the fake sniper ghost guy has!
And besides, he spends WAY more time hiding in his basement than I do. He even brags about it!
If that’s not true, then you ain’t black!
Big Joe, a new first. I spit my coffee up twice today.
Ghost the crowds getting even tougher. Won’t be long be my week in the barrel!
God bless you all
Old Joe kept coming back
to the trough until he got caught. Just sayin…
hangin’s too good for him
Just in the service of completing the circle on this, there was this vid this morning from Mark Dice:
https://youtu.be/73fTUFZ9NU0
OUR LEGACY SCUMBAG MEDIA. ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE!
The Salty Cracker dude is batting them right out of the ballpark. This is some bodacious reporting. Lil’ Hunter is infected and the laptop is the gift that keeps giving. Outrageous entertainment.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/nvvLvfRa6Bqv/
These guys need to up their lies together, cuz their lies need to be shot, to put them out of their misery.