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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
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 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
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
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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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
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
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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Pretty slick. I like it.
Hot Damn. That’s a movie I want to watch over and over! Wish I could vote in Texas.
This is insulting to voters on so many levels. Yes, let’s ignore the important, life-or-death issues facing our republic today and turn our canditates into cast members of “Mission Impossible 9: Skydiving Republicans.” It looks like the world depicted in the movie “Idiocracy” is closer to us than we think.
Eye catching for sure, but lacking in substance. Maybe that will occur in episode 2 now that everyone is primed for it. With the mentality of today you have to feed folks one spoonful at a time while keeping the interest level pegged out.
Yes Eric Gagnon, the world is Idiocracy, always has been.
In my opinion the ad is great. Shows confidence.
As long as the right column here at AD shows the true patriot in the olive drab T, standing behind six rifles, I am a happy camper. Starts my day with a big smile.
Since when is having a lil political fun bad. Why is it we take politics so seriously? As long as ” our money ” didn’t get spent on this who cares.
Politics, the money spent on swaying politics, is the ultimate evil. Timmothy Leary’s buried on a friend’s property north of Santa Cruz Ca,,,,,,,a lovely hillside overlooking the Pacific. Fitting for this man, his interesting contributions.
I’ve sat next to his grave, and pondered the world thru his eyes, as closely as I could. Tim was far more the the father of LSD-25, an amazing man, with a crisp mind, open to all possibilities. I’m envious.
As Tower Of Power sings,
” Funk The Dumb Stuff”
Dirk
I’m not a snooty person but I found that cartoon of an ad a little excruciating. And that’s probably because I would support all of them at the polls with the possible exception of Crenshaw, whose voting record isn’t nearly as convincing as he would have you believe in this characterization.
Lived in TX for two years–LOVED those people! Best part of all are the women–they were independent individuals a LONG time before the fem-nazis of Seattle created the new wave of feminist idiocy! Forty years ago there were two sayings going around at the time:
1. Any man that meets and marries a Texas woman while living out of state will–WILL–end up living in TX.! TEXAS women always bring their man home! (Unless, of course, they meet up in Montana–that’s another story!)
2. A Texas woman will say: “honey, I’ll follow you anywhere. Now, why don’t you and I just head on over there? (pointing in the desired direction)
3. I loved this film and hope to heck it helps to restore that mighty TX independent spirt, that the Democrats have been attacking recently.
Anne has the right of it. Texas women, and their influence on Texas men, is legendary. James Michener, who had a good eye for culture, saw it and reflected it in his boat anchor sized fictional book about the state. Cartoonist Chris Muir draws it constantly in his strip Day By Day. And the interesting thing is, unlike a lot of cultural characteristics, it can be acquired in adulthood. But perhaps that’s just a supressed personality surfacing in certain gals.
Gerard, Daphne, eh?