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Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
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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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?