Who says there’s no good news?
Yes, I know it’s not civil and not nice to express these “feelings, nothing more than feelings,” but these days I just can’t help myself.
Who says there’s no good news?
Yes, I know it’s not civil and not nice to express these “feelings, nothing more than feelings,” but these days I just can’t help myself.
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THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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Beneath the Aegean
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
Your Say
Song of Myself
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
SPRING
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A wise man once opined, “Schadenfreude is a base and ugly emotion, and one can’t help wondering what Thomas Aquinas, for example, would have made of it.”
Talk about your guilty pleasures.
I have had a schadenboner since 1/20/17! Thing can cut glass!
A reader of National Review once commented that the concept of Schadenfreude was a particularly Germanic phenomenon, and asked William F. Buckley whether there was a comparable phrase/philosophy in French.
Buckley’s reply was, “Joie de vivre.”
Those are good, but nothing can compare to those compilations of the libs the night HRC lost, and nothing probably ever will. I still bring one or another up and watch it every now and then.
also enjoy pre-libtears prognostications –
http://youtube.com/watch?v=VyUIDROQ1kg
One can still get a Chocolate malted at Michael’s Dairy Ocean Ave, New London, Ct. Yes the ice cream is made on site. None. Better. And I make my own ice cream. Unfortunately we’re awash in libprogs. My change up malted is a Banana shake with a real Banana blended in. Makes me feel like I’m 8 yrs. old again.
So you want some lib tears do ya?
http://www.kimdutoit.com/2018/06/30/news-roundup-4/
Day Lewis was brilliant in that movie, as he tended to be. The milkshake in question had bourbon in it, so there is that.