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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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If there are 8 individuals in this photo they must be submerged in the swamp and breathing through beverage straws.
I only see four of them.
If a tree falls in the woods, does anyone hear the seals scream?
Impressive. What it doesn’t illustrate are the important elements of sound, smell, movement, secrecy and surprise. The idea is to get inside the other guy’s expectations loop.
But, it is impressive in the visual category. god to keep SEALS as your friends.
After the Sixty Minutes segment on Sunday night regarding the shit river that flows from Mexico into California and then out to sea at their Navy base where they train, filled with everything and anything, these men have really gone the extra 1,000 miles. They deserve our heartfelt thanks for being there.
Yeah, but it would have been better if they had included Lt. Jordan O’Neill in that t-shirt she wore in GI Jane. Now there’s a gal who can point in three directions at once.
I am dead.
Now find the chopper.
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Where’s Schwarzenegger?
awww. . .please–would somebody please make them visible. I think I can see one–but not sure and not very patient!
Anne, I can’t even see 1
left a comment earlier, disappeared.
again-
Great Dismal?
(the swamp SW of Norfolk. a friend in the navy, riverine warfare, got dumped in it wearing only a tee shirt and drawers as survival training, c. vietnam era. above norfolk a bit is camp perry. my father got minimal training there as a ww2 sea bee, it later became a cia installation. a high school friend transferred from one federal agency to another for a spell and was stationed there briefy. the dismal was populated by indians, escaped slaves, maroons of central&south america, and others. pursuing anyone into it was senseless.)
I saw four too, couldn’t say which four though.
Ghost, re; seeing the chopper, had a Blackhawk pilot, just back from sandland, staying in my son’s B&B for a month. Great guy, but noted after he left, that he’d moved the couch up against the back door. Those guys are aware & careful, I say again, careful, when you do see them I suspect it’s 30 seconds too late. 😉
Now see if you can fund toastsniffer. Hint: he’s deep inside.
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I am reminded of “Predator”. Lucky us these guys are on our side.
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To BLM; The country boys are wait’n for ya!