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Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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.
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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https://globalnews.ca/news/3786193/b-c-man-survives-bullet-in-back-of-the-head-during-las-vegas-shooting/
Canadian man hit in the back of the head; the bullet tumbled along the skull and exited. Analysis: not an FMJ, but a civilian type expanding round. Low caliber. It had the energy of a “mallet blow.” Mr. Paddock got his best hit, a head shot, but it didn’t take.
re: Michael Savage audio of the woman who heard multiple shooters and rumored a shooter in the crowd: I’m hearing echoes of a single shooter in some videos. Varying the pitch because of echo, and he did use different weapons. In WW II, if you were in the water, and the Jap zeroes were firing, the effective feeling was that they were hunting you in particular (first-hand account to me). In a violent, chaotic situation, your mind will “grow” a hunter, and perhaps esp. if the danger is overhead like that.
Mark Steyn and Dan Bongino make the most sense to me this morning. However, the sheriff in Clark County is tipping some info and I think he’s doing it to reconnoiter the data set out there in the ether. Cunning cop. It’s a combination of something he knows, and much he wants to find out.
I get that Paddock was “smart,” and that he planned ahead, and his tactical vantage point was good. Motive, please.
BTW, I will concede to other commenters here that the holes in the story make for curiosity, and are telling in themselves. A hunter uses deductive reasoning to “tell” what the deer or the coyote is doing, and what he will do. A detective asks questions and makes suppositions, but allows for the data to rule out unlikely story lines.
What is his NRA membership number? Where are his voting records? per Mark Steyn: even a deep spy agency would create a cover social media milieu to not draw attention to an individual. His totally dark web presence is creepy and unbelievable.
Or the lack of social media could be because in some ways, the shooter was a Luddite who didn’t use the internet much if at all.
Some people are just old school. My brother, who is almost 60, doesn’t know anything about computers and although he has email, someone else has to show him how to use it. He does have a smartphone and knows how to text though.
The one facet to all the information/pictures, etc. that the people in control are disseminating concerning the event is that it is well designed theater. Too perfect in story flow and script. Look at how well the .gov hid the Kennedy assassination facts. And most of the people do not question the .gov in these matters. We most likely as others have stated, not know who was behind this slaughter. But so far my gut tells me there is a huge coverup in progress.
What’s the theory of the DayGlo vests the LVPD are wearing?
To avoid shooting each other? Better night time targets?
From my limited information and zero expertise, it seems like it took a very long time for the police to actually break into the shooter’s hotel room, and that they did so after he quit shooting, having killed himself. Can anyone help me understand if I am incorrect, or if I am correct but the delay was unavoidable? I fully realize that breaking into a room occupied by a heavily armed person is borderline suicidal, but I am not a trained police officer and the people on the spot were. I do not want to criticize, but to fully understand.
Ray, idt it was a long time, but only my opinion. Identify shooter’s position, which was not easy. Confusion of communication with the hotel, who did find out where he was but now you have to get that info to the police. Muster the SWAT team and get armed and briefed; now tailor your force for the room breach.
Don’t forget, they had their hands full with that shot-up venue, the Vegas Strip running traffic below, chaos of medical responses.
What was it? 70 minutes? Not bad, in my way of thinking. Can they improve on that with training? You bet they will, but they’re training for the last event and not the next one.