WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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Amazing video. Very ballsy to hang around to film it. I would have been driving a hundred miles an hour in the opposite direction!
Sad day…..feared this was the case. https://americandigest.org/mia-remus-and-the-woodpile-report/#comment-40138
Ol’ Remus……..RIP. Sad.
This guy shot some really good video. I’d like to see more squealing, vulgarity and obscenity in the commentary, though.
I did note that despite the tornado moving through farmland, there were no tanker trucks, combines, cows or tractors in the funnel or being dropped around him. Just his good luck, I guess. Getting that close to even a small tornado is foolish, as a piece of 2X4 and your skull can try to occupy the same space at the same time unexpectedly.
When I was training as a weather creature in 1980, there was about one minute and 30 seconds of grainy, distant film of tornadoes in the whole world. This guy has three times that amount, crystal clear, parts from within 100 yards. And he’s one of at least a dozen who have posted footage from that day.
I went shopping for a phone, because my old one broke. I was trying to decide between an S-20, which has seven cameras, and the less expensive and practically obsolete S-10, which has a mere five. Those cameras are as good in picture quality and better in that they shoot video, as the $1000 rig I used in the 1970s. And, it fits in my pocket.
I’ve lived in Kansas most of my life. I’ve seen just one tornado. Google 1991 Andover tornado Duke Evans Video and you will see the same F5 that I did. I think that is the most scared I have been in my life. I think it killed 21 people that day. It got only within a mile of my house at that time, but debris covered my yard afterward. Small chunks of pink housing insulation was everywhere.
His final words some day will be “Wow! Oh oh …oh shit!” Video downloaded later from his Cloud server will be super awesome. Grew up in Tornado alley and seen and survived my share of tornados. They will kill you.
Remus news. You won’t like it.
https://westernrifleshooters.us/2020/07/11/rip/
Gordon,
Absolutely agree about the amazing footage, but, damn! Scary!
I hitch-hiked quite a bit in my younger days and on one trip from Denver to points east, I was the passenger among four, 3 in the cab and me in an open bed pick-up, along with somebody’s dog. Well, about halfway through Kansas we started to hit a little rain, but at highway speeds if you hunker up near the cab the rain just flies over you and you can manage to stay dry. Eventually, the driver pulled and asked me if I had taken a look forward and to the north….oh, my! In one section of that big sky were the darkest storm clouds I had ever seen and then, along to the north the clouds turned down to the distinct funnel shape and you could see large piece of debris swirling around the outer periphery. Fortunately, the twister stayed north of our route and we carried on. That dog and I finally did get a soaking when the rains went sideways and came down in buckets.
RIP Ole Remus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Movu8ydF2QM
A good illustration of the Winston Churchill quote: There is nothing in life as exhilirating as to be shot at with no effect.
Accordingly … few things in life are as exhilirating as being caught out in the open during Cat 1 tornado
Regarding Remus;
https://ogdaa.blogspot.com/2020/07/sad-news-about-ol-remus.html
RIP Remus, you had a great run.
& thought it’s 8:05 in the morning I lift a shot of Jameson to his memory.
I googled “Remus Marsilva obituary” and combinations thereof. I see no obituaries of our venerable hero. I am not giving up hope yet.
@ snakepit….. I’m not giving up, either. I think “friend of wife” is full of shit. Whoever she is she’s done nothing to provide any proof, any reality, any anything. Her cryptic contribution to the dialog is harmful purposeful confusion. She has no credibility, no honor, no class whatsoever. She’s a troll.