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Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
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 Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
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
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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Whatever one thinks of that genius grifter Musk, one has to admit he is funny. But I think he gave Netflix an idea for a new series. Wait for it. It could be called “Love in the Time of War”.
I like the guy, even though he does drink White Claw.
From the thread:
“81 million votes, but I’ve never seen a single person wearing a Build Back Better hat.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRs0OqV4uSc
Someone tell Musk to quit helping Jack Dorsey and make sure Starship gets finished. The human race needs low cost access to space. It sure in hell doesn’t need Twitter.
Twitter should be destroyed immediately and those who run it tossed into Gitmo. It gives access and publicity to the deranged, the disturbed and the degenerate.
And it’s a stupid format.
The new CEO of Twitter is a foreign babu named Parag Agrawal. He’s a real piece of work—and of shit.
Looked him up. Another indian (dot not feather). Are there any white folks left in this country? Or is is all…your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore…?
The head of Google is Sundar Pichai, another foreign born babu. The head of TikTok is foreign born Shou Zi Chew. The CEO of YouTube Diane Wojcicki, a Jewish female who holds Polish citizenship. Of course, the CEO of Meta is Zuckerberg. George Soros is Jewish, Klaus Schwab is a German and his catamite Yuval Noah Harari is Jewish. All three are behind the “Great Reset”.
We are being censored and controlled by foreigners and women and Jews.
It’s past time for an adult to take over this country and run it like the machine it was always intended to be. What a fucking disgrace this place has become. Yeah, everything’s cool here on the homestead, but out beyond the gilded cage it is wall to wall mayhem. A giant daycare center full of brats and nobody in charge and bullies everywhere. Enough already.
Epic shittalking by EM.
I like it.
Your antisemitic remarks are noted. We get it. You hate Jews. You are a real class act and a hip guy, as shown by your blog photo. The hat does not make you look like a dweeb and your pose with the rifle does not look stupid. Do you have more vile verbiage to share or is this it?
Dear Mr Ballsack. The Jews are culturally untouchable. Which is why they line up well for today’s culture to inspect. Suppose you tell me what subject or people group to not criticize? I’ll take detailed notes.
Personally, I like to criticize the Russians. I’ll be polishing my boots because I wouldn’t want them to stick to your, Ballsack. When I swiftly kick it.
Dear Ballsack:
A bit touchy I see. Saying that a Jew is a Jew has offended you. Well, too bad.
Your last name fits you.
Good on yer Ballsack, one of my best friends is a Jew, but I wouldn’t want my daughter to marry her. There, done did my virtue signaling for the day. 😉
However Mike, I gotta admit, you do look a bit light in the rifle in that pic, I go Browning FN myself, though I do allow you weren’t as likely to run into as many moose and grizzlies in Honduras as up here atop the world.
& shucky darn, we otta cut Ballsack some slack he’s obliviously a product of a tighty whitey’s environment.
Not to put too fine a point on it my first wife is Jewish and I have many Jewish in-laws, some of whom are still friends. Because my wife is Jewish my daughter is Jewish. She is married into a large family of orthodox Jews and has two daughters, both of whom are Jewish.
Just so you all know.
& just so you know Gerard, & I suspect you do know, I was poking fun at Ballsack (Admittedly a bit unkind of me, picking on the __fill in the blank__, but oh well…) , I could’a accepted it if my daughter had married a Jewess. 🙂
I “borrowed” that Chinese AK from a Honduran farmer who insisted I take it. He was concerned about roaming gangs at night, even though I was deep in the Honduran jungle. The pic below the one with me and that AK is the well-armed farmer.
http://mikeaustin.org/diary_and_commentary22.htm#gun
Keyboard warriors with limp dicks.
Nothing you say could offend me, or anyone, hollow men. Your pathetic poses reveal all we might wish to know. But frankly, I don’t care enough about you to need to know anything.
You don’t need me to tell you what to “criticize,” Mr. Klahn. Just open your yap and let the bilge flow. I won’t take notes. In the right light, I can tell a hawk from a poseur.
Dear Ballsack:
“Nothing you say could offend me…” Good for you!
“I don’t care enough about you to need to know anything.”
Ah. So that’s why you take the time to pound away at your computer with schoolgirl insults to complain about me—twice. And that is also why you went to my website and looked around–because you don’t care enough about me. It sounds like you have a crush on me.
I doubt that I am your type. I hope that doesn’t offend you.
nutsucker sed: “But frankly, I don’t care enough about you to need to know anything.”
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Yes, yes you do care, and that is why you are replying to the comments.
Otherwise, you’d walk on and not look back.
But you did look back, and you continued to run your jibber incoherently.
You lack the ability to recognize how retarded you are. LOL
“School girl insults” is a school girl insult.
50 bucks says you won’t be making any more The Jew comments.
I’ve done my work.
Ballsack out.
“50 bucks says you won’t be making any more The Jew comments.”
OK, here goes, – Jewish lives, as black lives, do not matter even a smidgeon more than the lives of their victims. For instance, in the case of the Jews, the life of Jesus of Nazareth.
Pay up.
nutsax work entails squealing like a little gurl
maybe it’s the pedo trolls new ID
Elons next trick will be to land a rocket in Red Square and with a small noise, a red flag will pop out labeled –Bang–
suggesting that he can land a rocket on Putins head. Musk is Americas most powerful weapon of war and Biden is ignoring that fact
Ballsack. Look at me. My grandmother came from Germany about 1900 A.D., and was a jewess. I’m a fan of Israel, and the worst president ever (Obama) began the contemporary political unhinging of the USA from Israel. It won’t end well, and his questionably derived hairy ballsack will burn in hell for it (I hope).
However, every paradigm needs examination from generation to generation. I feel secure in knowing the Jewish people will survive some scrutiny. The ones I hate are the NYC liberal Jews, those fucktards of incredible proportion.
Go back to your smelly shorts, troll.
I’m pretty sure that Austin’s anti-semitic remarks aren’t “scrutiny.”
Nor are they an examination of any “paradigm”.
They are out and out hate for a whole people. They do not speak well for logical thinking.
And I comment, Ghostsniper, because silence, as Solzhenyitsyn points out, ends in the gulag. I believe you know that.
I’ll give you credit for imaginative scatology.
Now how about we end this and get loaded?
My Master is a Jew. Who is your master?
Hey Mike, BINGO!
I completely and utterly disagree with that estimation.