![Minneapolis by AD reader Gordon Scott [Updated by GS in comments]](https://americandigest.org/wp/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/https___cdn.cnn_.com_cnnnext_dam_assets_200527104052-21-minneapolis-protests-0526-1-1024x682.jpg "Minneapolis by AD reader Gordon Scott [Updated by GS in comments]")
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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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.