Today’s “Good Germans.” Include me out.
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“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”
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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At Georgetown University black lives matter so much you cain’t say shit….
https://www.foxnews.com/us/georgetown-law-professor-resigns-after-zoom-call-with-colleague-whose-comments-on-black-students-got-her-fired
Tried to watch OTA (over the air) TV the other night. Not possible. Negro’s on just about every channel. We only watch 1 hour of TV, during supper, and it is always an old TV series episode in one of the 3 DVD players or through a streaming service. Last night for example was a Perry Mason epi from the 5th season, 1961 I think. The night before was a Paladin from Have Gun, Will Travel, from the same time period. Tonight will be Peter Gun from the same era. The media is trying to create a fake reality and it doesn’t work for some folks. We just distance ourselves from it.
We’ve been watching the whole Leave it to Beaver series. Almost done with it, probably the end of the week. On season 6. Back then, they had 39 episodes per season, not just 13 like the lazy bastards do now.
I prefer-
Black
Lying
Marxists
…no room in marxism for anything but marxism. and I don’t want it.
Looked at Ace of Spades coverage of the Grammy awards this weekend. Stunning vulgarity and smut.
I’m wondering if the reason blacks were under represented on TV before this era was that they didn’t ‘clean up’ to well.
If God decides to go all “Sodom and Gomorrah” on America, he’ll be in a target rich environment.
Ghost, I feel ya. Gave up on the networks some time back. Some of the British period productions have not been blackwashed. We’ve been enjoying “Anne with an E” on NF right up until the first episode of season 2 when the first negro makes an appearance. Of course they couldn’t find an excuse to make one appear, as if by magic, in turn-of-the-last-century Nova Scotia, so they put one of the characters aboard a steamer as crew in the black gang where he befriends one of the exotic critters, and they travel to Trinidad where all the usual story tropes of injustice to blacks raise their ugly heads. Looking forward in the reviews it seems we are soon to be entertained with stories of homosexuals and how good people in 1910 respond to them in a way eerily akin to the way “good” people are supposed to in 2021. Hard pass on that. There is still some decent material out there, it’s just getting harder every day to separate from the chaff.