Lots can happen in a year… pic.twitter.com/MJQw9uUnQI
— James Woods (@RealJamesWoods) October 19, 2017
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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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Totally beguiled, I watch again and again. I cannot look away from this train wreck, this final humiliation. Are those those the dulcet strains of Pit Bull I hear? So awkward, yet so fascinating.
That is just painful to watch.
I didn’t like Meghan Kelly, and I thought she overstepped the bounds when she asked that attempted “gotcha!” question during the Presidential Debate. When now-President Trump instantly whiplashed that underhanded attack back in her face with his “only Rosie O’Donnell” quip, I stood and applauded (along with most of the audience!)
It wasn’t her place to try and influence the election, she was supposed to be an evenhanded journalist asking hard questions, not “gotchas” meant to disqualify one of the candidates and glorify herself. She risked her reputation but lost her bet. If she had then apologised and shown repentance, I would (eventually) have forgiven her. Instead, she doubled down (now let me see, where have I heard that “SJWs Always Double Down?”- Oh, that’s right, I’m reading it now.)
Still, this is just unbearable to watch. Megyn Kelly has gone from an attractive woman on the top of her game to a self-humiliating shadow of her former self. Now I pity her, for she is entirely beaten.
It would have been better for her to have simply retired. At least some people could then remember her as she once was.
Television. A black hole on a stand that remains silent throughout the day. For very good reasons.
Kelley does have a nice rump
In the end she did it for money, enough money to carry her quite a long ways…
especially combined with an occasional check for ‘product endorsement’; “Today only, FREE with your jar of beauty cream. A gold plated turnip twatter!”.
The woman America loves to hate? (pick a side! ANY side! 😀 )
A FoxBomb sent to implode a bitter rival? (not holding my breath for a return)
NBC’s sneaky bid to capture Dancing With The Stars from… that other network? (what? it’s all crap; sue me for not knowing 😉
…
In the end, she’s laughing all the way to the bank, NBC-notes billowing behind her down 5th Ave. NYC’s version of a trickle down economy. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person/network *devilish grin*
I’d rather watch Whoopi Goldberg eat a jar of peanut butter naked that watch Megyn dance.
I used to like her but I think she’s backed off on her meds and it shows. I don’t like to objectify women but she should just work on being hot and maybe next time do a little pole dance for us.
She is crying all the way to the bank.
I think the term is “Slow Motion Train Wreck”.
Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bint.
Let’s have a rousing rendition of Austin Cunningham’s ‘girls of fox news’…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNj0T4uK3lE