WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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byVanderleunonOctober 24, 2019
“One of the things I wish one could communicate better to people is that all the things that they think are excluding people are not, they’re offering people the best chance they’ll ever have in their lives to get to civilization, or civilization to get to them. And when people rail against things like this city we’re sitting in, think that it epitomizes capitalism and patriarchy and racism and more and more, I just think, I wish more people could take the attitude that I’ve taken throughout my life to these things, which is, you don’t have to be tub-thumping, you don’t have to be a wild flag raving patriot or anything like that. But your attitude should be gratitude. I mean, it’s not as if this is nothing. The city we’re sitting in is enough for a whole lifetime and a very, very well-lived lifetime. And it’s all there. All of the literature, the books, the art, the thought, the music, everything, it’s there, and all you have to do is to reach out and take it and be part of it, and that seems to me, in this culture of hatred and this thing I go into in “The Madness of Crowds” of this just endless zero-sum hatred and bitterness and blame, it’s just to turn that around and say, how about feeling grateful? Because what we have is a blip in human history to have the right to have, and we would be so damn stupid to give it away for nothing.” — Douglas Murray | Hoover Institution
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 Sandburg
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
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
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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.
Song of Myself
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
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
from Canto CXV BY EZRA POUND
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
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
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