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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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As it should be, except for the injury.
This happened last year in Las Vegas.
The injured LEO was a female.
See more here:
https://www.thetruthaboutguns.com/man-tries-to-steal-pistol-from-ccw-classroom-stabs-cop-gets-shot-14-times/
I love it when karma ducks the bad guy in a big way. I believe there was an era when the cops would’ve had a bit more of an edge in this situation; I’m not an LEO and was just shitting on them here yesterday for over-copping in the riot. It’s a sucky job and getting a screwdriver to the neck is a hard way to learn better law enforcement.
This puts pay to what I’ve been saying for so long: we are the controlling authority, now. A classroom full of eager defenders armed to the teeth and BOOM. Problem solved. On the flip side, realize that most classrooms are no gun zones, but anyway I digress. This vid is so satisfying it ought to have a rating.
I get the connection to the BillGates/Elon Musk feud. This, my friends, is the 5th GEN conflict we are engaged in now. Gates is the messenger from the Devil, himself. He is Lenin without the proper evil head and beard look. He’s a half cool Castro, and when he goes down, however that happens, it’ll be some sweet schadenfreude.
Bill Gates wants your guns every bit as badly as the perp in the first vid, only with a whole lot more immorality in his heart. The perp was fueled by drugs and need; Bill Gates is intent on “helping” you into slavery.
Fuck Bill Gates. And the horse he married… scratch that.. rode in on.
Marvon Payton… We hardly knew Ye. John Wayne said, “The reason there are so many stupid people is because it’s illegal to kill them.” Every now and then it’s totally okay… and for those brief moments we give thanks… like what happened in Las Vegas last year. Unfortunately, we know Bill Gates quite well and have for a long time. He made a fortune building really crappy computers that were fraught with viruses that forever required a vaccine to fix them. See a pattern here? He was thoroughly humiliated when he was pulled in front of Congress and faced accusations of building a monopoly in a case titled United States vs. Microsoft. He refused to answer the most basic questions. This is a sick puppy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFzHgvGqlb4
I know Bill Gates is a deadly psychopath. He’s Stalin or Pol Pot in a pink sweater. The big decisive moment in his life when he realized EVERYBODY must die was the cream pies incident in Brussels. Because Gates has paid off so many journalists, newspapers, congress creatures, scientists, politicians… he is regarded as untouchable, infallible, even sacred along the path He treads upon this Earth. Don’t buy Microsoft. Stay away from his vaccines. Hate this bastard and pray for karma. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQzDyr-kav0
The popo pew-pewed 9 rounds. The three students only shot off five. I don’t know how many holes the perp had in him, but at least there was a backstop, the car. That’s what people say, CCW holders are less likely to use their firearms than police.
It’s an interesting situation. Would the perp, seeing four barrels pointed at him, give himself up? Or would he have tried to escape out the side?They would have had to stop shooting because they lost the backstop. They never really gave him enough time to make that decision. I guess once the first cop starting firing, the CCW students thought they should join in.
I can see why the bipocs would see this incident differently. Was there really a need to drop the perp right then and there, or could the four citizens have resolved this without firearm discharges. And what’s with nine from the cop? Isn’t the training two to center mass, one to the head, and then assess? Seems like somebody broke training from the adrenaline rush.
According to Professor John Lott in his book. “More Guns, Less Crime”, you are 13 times more likely to be shot by a cop than a citizen. The numbers in his book have been gathered from ALL the police and sheriff departments in the US over a 20 year period. It’s worth taking a look. You’ll find out out how incompetent the LEO’s actually are.
It seems to me it isn’t how many rounds you shoot, but the goal is to stop the threat. The perp was violent, and had a head of steam. He wouldn’t have considered the backstop; he was just running to escape; fight, then flight.
Fleeing felon, he’s fair game. He’s where he belongs.
I haven’t yet heard that bill is offering Elon a large premium to buy the grift back. Shows a lack of committment imo.