Anarchists, we see you! pic.twitter.com/ov1dMLu4Eg
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 1, 2020
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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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No, that’s all Proud Boys in disguise. White nationalistic supremacyists.
It bears repeating that these cops had better get the fuck up off of their knees and stand like goddamned statues. There is no one to accomidate here. If you go downtown to “protest,” you are just a fucking tool for the ones who want to riot. You are their shield, their Mass. Their deception. A kneeling cop is a stooge and a toady. At least the fukn Minnesota cops knew what they were about (take my meaning here; if a commie has a better sense of purpose than you he’ll win the battle).
Pull your head out of your ass.
Like it or not, peaceful mass protests are the oceans that the rioter-sharks swim in.
And the pallets of bricks continue to be deposited on street corners all over America.
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/its-setup-mysteriously-staged-bricks-appear-throughout-major-protest-cities
“Anarchists, we see you”…..simply ain’t enough. Guys like this POS thug could easily be removed in public by “partin’ the wattas of his medulla oblongata” with a .22 subsonic from a tiny and nondescript North American Arms piece. No louder than a sneeze and he’d never know what hit him.
Asp to the side of the knee, for starters.
fagz with slinky backbones
real men will waste little time on them
cleave that skall with a hawk and move on to the next one
Col. Jeff Cooper addressed the best manner in which to deal with riots and rioters.
His remedy was to target the leaders of the riot. The persons identified as ring-leaders and inciters should be hit with a .22 LR round to the lungs. He points out that this is not lethal. It won’t kill the little shits, but it will cause immense pain and take that leader out of action.
In a noisy crowd of rioters, the shot would likely not even be heard, but the effect would be immediate and powerful.
Shoot first and axe Quislings later?