don’t want to dignify the news with my attention
— HappyAcres (@HappyHectares) April 21, 2021
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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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YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, Happy Acres!!!!111!!!!
I remember a site called “Rotten dot com.” It was a gallery of death, mutilation, and horror. Every picture had a description: “Man falls into wood chipper”. You read that, and say, “No way am I clicking that link.” And then you click it, and immediately wish you hadn’t.
Like when you go to pour the milk into your coffee, and the milk plops out in big yellow globs. Odds are close to 100% that you’re gonna’ sniff the carton anyway. And remember the stuff in the tupperware container way back in the fridge?
Just like the news.
JWM
The political platforms of the left are gradually transformed into scaffolds. –Dávila
Happy Acres is being quite charitable referring to the undisguised agitprop of today as being “the news”. Just a sign of the times, though, as everything is being defined down to its crudest, lowest common denominator.
What news?
Here’s some news.
We got 2″ of snow overnight, last time that happened was in 1873.
So planting has been forestalled a bit, but only a bit.
(all the early plantlings on the porches are draped like ghosts with all the bed sheets so we slept like animals on the floor last night)
The sun has been shining, the temp is 42, and the snow is almost gone.
Planting will start post haste. YAYYYY!!!!
You heard it here first folks.
News you can use!
no TeeVee or “news”papers, magazines for twenty-five years. nor current films.
I search with Duck Duck Go “/news” and comb thru it, wary of sources.
Dignity?
She left some time ago.
The current Resident and Vice Resident in the White House are two of the most undignified hacks I’ve ever witnessed. The “news” that is reported in the main isn’t news at all. What we are witnessing is a country being undermined from within and assaulted by enemies both foreign and domestic. I don’t see this nation surviving. Not when the mob is the jury and the rule of law is a mockery of justice.
With the indulgence of our good host I offer some alternatives for reported news;
https://www.revolver.news
https://rantingly.com
https://thenationalpulse.com
Stay safe and please pray for our country.
As I looked up from my computer, I see it is now snowing here in NEPA.
I planted shallots and spuds last week, peas yesterday. Been working on clean-up after having 6 trees taken down last week. Plenty of firewood to burn in the pit this Summer and Autumn.
Raspberries are showing strong growth, asparagus will be popping through within weeks.
I find solace in the words Voltaire offered in the story – Candide and conclude that Doctor Pangloss was a nice person with good intentions, but he was a fool.
Back to my garden!
I only read news to see the latest psy-ops. I usually believe none of it, and often I believe the opposite.
This morning I asked my wife: “Remember when it was going to be 1 to 2 million-plus dead of Covid by (last) year? Remember when they said masks won’t work? Then, they said wear them, but it’ll only be for a couple of weeks.” I finished with: “When they get to one percent on deaths, I’ll tune in.”
In the spirit of this post, I have tuned Biden out the same way I tuned Obama out. I know everything’s going to hell on rails, and there’s no reason for me to torture myself with the details daily.
News? There is none, only propaganda and any search for “the truth” futile. I miss old Remus more every day as he was my most trusted source. There’s a highway at the bottom of our little hill that runs east to west and it’s full of people going to work, or back home or more likely, just going. We sat out by our campfire, listening to the whine of the road and the distant roar of jets above the clouds.
And all the news just repeats itself/Like some forgotten dream that we’ve both seen
My friend,,,,,, it’s only propaganda if you watch it, believe it.
Oddly enough nothings changed on our mountain.
Village Idiot.