Portland: Rose of the Northwest
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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its a beautiful thing
Hilarious!
Well, it was a decent place forty years ago. There was a bit of a pipeline between several of Oregon’s unis and my alma mater’s School of Design back in the day, so I came to be friends with a few Landscape Artichokes, and would visit them infrequently after their graduation when I found myself on the left coast. The trajectory of its decline was visible in 1978, and unmistakable by the middle of the 80s, though even a cynic such as myself would have been hard pressed then to limn the depths to which the Rose City has descended, and they don’t look to be nearly finished.
I was born in Salem. Mountains and Coast. Unbelievable scenery. That a community of Fools, Halfwits, Arsonists and Thugs now roam freely is catastrophic.
It’s surprising how fast Portland declined. Up until the shutdown the wife and I enjoyed the many fine restaurants and bars. I never felt unsafe. And I work third shift in the central city. Until Gov Brownshirt shut that down and loosed her minions. Destroyed a food and hospitality scene that made life enjoyable. Turned the city core into Mogadishu on the Willamette. The sad part is how sanguine the majority of residents are with the situation. We’re now looking for a place in the hinterlands. Cash our retirements into ammo and supplies and pray the people come to their senses before things devolve into open gunplay.
Regarding the virtual fire drill:
I’m reminded of Bob Newhart and Norman Fell in Catch-22.
“I’ll be happy to see them when I’m not here. If I am here, then I’m not available for them to see me.”
Catch-22. It’s the best catch there is.
Acquaintance lives there, says it’s 10 miles from where they live, and they still do business a few blocks from ground zero. DW and I were there two years ago, and it was a decent downtown, but you could tell it was rotting under the skin.
They are continuing to enable their own destruction. It’s akin to suck-starting a shotgun.
Portland?…..or Orc-land? Meh.
Booking my trip to Portland as we speak!