Tim Pool Runs It Down: You can’t arrest your way out of this.
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Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Gov. Wayne Abbott? ABC News should get the Texas governor’s name right. Makes you wonder what other details of the story may have been misreported.
Yeeks.
And what holds the republic together? It for damned sure is not the courts, DA, or cops; those have eroded into minions doing the bidding of whomever is in charge. It is people living under the voluntary agreement to behave in one’s own self-interest and at the same time not harm others. The “self-interest” part often includes egalitarian, charitable, and generous acts; neighborly behavior that doesn’t intrude on anyone’s privacy. You know, the Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Make Room for Daddy kind of stuff. The exact subjects your prog English teacher in high school sneered at.
“You can’t be here without authorization” and “Lemme see some ID” and “Where are you going?” is a direct line to “Some are more equal than others”. As I’ve oftenrepeated: it’s a small club and you ain’t in it brother.
This shit is getting far too commonplace and my confidence in the near and far future is too shaky for my comfort.
“Makes you wonder what other details of the story may have been misreported.”
Bunny, the report did refer to “armed rifles”, which sounds as scary as “armed grenades” and “armed torpedos”.
View the source since Youtube is removing it:
https://plandemicmovie.com/
@ Jimmy. I watched it this morning. MUST SEE!
JWM
My state, Alaska, has a no guns in banks or bars law, generally interpreted to mean inside the premises, not outside in the parking lots.
I’ll have to check the wording to see if they can stretch it because if they can, sooner or later they will. For example our DUI laws; cops have told me, why yes they can go on to private property and arrest someone mowing their lawn with a riding mower with a can of beer for driving a motor vehicle under the influence.