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Nothing Gold…

by Vanderleun on May 26, 2020

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Jewel May 26, 2020, 10:49 AM

Say not the struggle naught availeth…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLUpP9UIlmI

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James ONeil May 26, 2020, 11:15 AM

A suitable homily for today.

Alas far too many are willing to give up living to keep from dying and hence are antiseptic babies.

Strictly Germ-Proof
Arthur Guiterman
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gambolled up;
They looked upon the creature with a loathing undisguised;
It wasn’t disinfected and it wasn’t sterilised.
They said it was microbic and a hotbed of disease;
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees;
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as banished hope
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.
In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand
And ’lected it a member of the Fumigated Band.
There’s not a micrococcus in the garden where they play;
They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day;
And each imbibes his rations from a hygienic cup —
The Bunny and The Baby and The Prophylactic Pup.

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jd May 27, 2020, 6:30 AM

Loved that. Was it his own voice?
Thank you.

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CD May 27, 2020, 12:41 PM

Frost’s home final home was in Derry NH.
The farm is right around the corner from our home.
Mr. Frost wrote a poem about the tree at his window.

Tree at my window

Time went on and the tree continued past Mr. Frost.

The town was worried that the tree would die, fall and destroy a famous landmark.
So the “Conservation Commission” in town decided to take the tree down.
Bids were requested and reviewed.

The winning bidder was granted the rights to the wood.
The tree was successfully dropped, away from the window.
The farm was saved.

The guys who won the bid, built hot shit Audi’s and carved wood.
They sectioned that tree up, sold a bunch of it to “Historical Societies” and carved the rest into figurines.
I have one.
It looks like the tree outside my window.

“Live Free or Die”

C

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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020

Once by the Pacific

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.

— Robert Frost

At the Sulzberger’s Summer Home

Bright blooms of flame spattered shadows on that tide
Whose strangling fingers clawed into our lands,
And scraped out slots, fresh graves upon our sands.

A far-off signal flared and sputtering fell,
Its bloom of sparks erupting deep in slate,
But, like our last edition, this signal came too late.

The drumming bursts of broken cannons
Stomped along the edges of our gilded cage,
And faded like the lies we smeared on our front page,

Faded until all we heard of want or wish or war
Were the screams of our grandchildren slain
Beyond our gilded sand, upon our once fruited plain.

— Van der Leun

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