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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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Those guys are educated and “thinking” people and should be welcome any where.
You guys are crushing it!!! Great message about making right decisions and working hard!! That’s exactly what I’ve tried to teach my kids.
$50.00 says that neither rich bitch Oprah or America’s newest victim po-assed old “depressed celebrity Moochie Obama” would appear in public and debate either of these two guys.
But it would be enjoyable to watch if they would.
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O/T but VERY important! RTWT, please:
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Definitely a pair of spades to draw to.
DAMN! They’ve done it again! They have stolen our ability to characterize a type of female behavior that drives us all crazy and the media has turned it into white people being racist. HTH do they do that? Let me explain: A KAREN in my book and in my world was developed as a way to refer to a character type that has taken over our schools, our legal system, our doctor’s offices, etc. SHE–and it is meant to indicate a female with these characteristics: C+ intellectual skills which are now used to dominate the decision making process in the environment into which she has been placed by the NOW and/or the local school board. She is trained in the techniques of shaming and bullying–it is what she does best in order to acquire the absolute silence which she needs to verify she is right. Until this summer that is exactly the type of person it referred to, however the media has turned into being a white suburban woman with stuff acting as a racist. A KAREN is a pushy mediocre school teacher type period. That is the way it should be because they have been so key in the destruction of so much that was good. Until the term Karen we were not allowed to discuss the actions of these individuals (mysognistic you know). This term allows us to speak about their undeserved prestige.
Fuel, I read it, but at this point it doesn’t matter.
The criminals will continue crimming and the innocent will be found guilty.
Welcome to the gulag.
And the white women will lap it up
They have made one huge mistake. She did not “earn” her job. She was chosen by the insiders of the Democrat/Feminist party. She was coached from an early age. They watched her develop from free summer camps through high school. Then they enabled her higher education. She is a trained agent of change. She was pushed up a glass escalator. The decision to giver her a tv program came as a result of insiders having discovered her wonderful presence on stage and in front of the camera. It was a coming together of lifelong support with a much needed way to reach white women and she had the natural ability. Nothing normal about the way Oprah “came up”. She may have been born into a depressed family situation, but she was picked out early on to be something better–it just happen that something better fit right into the communication needs of the silent leaders.
White privilege ain’t got nuthin’ on black privilege. Black privilege means blacks can hate whites out loud. Call for their babies to be killed. Blame whites for every stupid thing the blacks do that harm themselves. It’s a great and profitable time in America to be black. That battered white child whose white parents beat and starve him? Moneybags Winfrey says, “You still got your white skin.” Yeah. Cold comfort, that is.
This batwitch knows her audience, which speaks poorly of her audience
My guess… must be a big, quiet, empty house she lives in.