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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
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
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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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?