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.
R DaneelJune 30, 2018, 11:08 AM
I have had a schadenboner since 1/20/17! Thing can cut glass!
Rob De WittJune 30, 2018, 11:28 AM
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.”
BillHJune 30, 2018, 12:57 PM
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.
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.
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 Sandburg
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
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from Preludes
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
Ferreya
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
from Canto CXV BY EZRA POUND
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.
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Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
The scientists are in terror
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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.