WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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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I am going to guess this is somewhere in Japan.
Am I right?
That’s intense. A seizure ready to happen me thinks.
And yes Dorothy I’m epileptic. I find humor in everything…
50 bucks says its S. Korea.
where my pintail iz?
Surfs up
Oh. Look. A giant two-fluids something of a facsimile of a lava lamp.
I should rather Notre Dame de Paris be restored and all the hundreds of defiled churches of France be put reverently into proper order for fear, respect, worship, and love of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost.
Humor me, please, my friends, for my soul aches.
Alex is right. It’s a shopping mall in Seoul.
Auntie,
I long to know the truth about the cause of the Notre Dame fire.
I suspect it was not an “accident”.
Good call, Alex.
No water. No splash. No kinetic energy. No danger. No spontaneity. No variation.
Just a well done illusion.
Just a well done illusion.
Just a well done illusion.
To keep you amused and distracted.
It’s a lot like life in post-America these days
JWM
Too many are way too impressed with large-screen TV’s today.
There is NOTHING “artful” in this whatsoever, other than what the electricians did to wire it up. The rendering-software took 16 min. to do in some kid’s basement, and didn’t even require a single photo of an actual wave.
They could have gotten 1000X the “Likes” if all they did was re-broadcast the main camera from the local aquarium, or maybe even the live-feed from the space station.
I like it.
I like it, too. But I’d like it better if Pelosi, Schiff, Waters, S.J. Lee and a few others were in the mix. Then I’d probably unfold an aluminum chair, snack on popcorn and watch it for hours.