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Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
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 Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
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
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The real life Meldrick Lewis, but even better!
This is what’s known colloquially as “real talk, yo.” Truth has a substantive cleansing power, provided the Lie isn’t re-circling the globe already. Hopefully, voting in November can solve something, but that Lie will be like Superman trying to reverse the course of time. It’s a fantasy:
https://youtu.be/LoCaeI5RffI
White folks are consoled when a black speaks up but the nogs aren’t interested and they’ll hate him for taking this stand.
*sigh*
yeah… Thing is, you can keep up on current events, see the wanton destruction of the blm riots, the violence, looting murder. You see the madness all around. And you get to that mind set where you just say, “FUCK IT. NUKE THEM ALL TO HELL.”
So, after charging up my anger with an on-line slog through current events I got out to the bike path this morning for a short cruise. It’s ninety degrees out in the sun, and I see some guy- way younger than me, probably mid-40’s, jogging into the parking lot, sweating like a pig, and all masked up like a sheep. I stared for a few as he got closer, and before I knew it I heard myself say, “In this heat? You’re wearing that filthy face diaper in this heat? He just stared at me and nodded, yes.
I didn’t stick around or say anything else. He was not only way younger, but way bigger than my scrawny ass could handle.
About a mile down the path I saw a black woman out for her morning walk.
I smiled and nodded as I passed. I always give a smile and a nod to any unmasked walker or biker. She smiled back, and said, “Have a blessed day”.
So where was I with the ‘nuke ’em all to hell thing…?
Well, I mean… It’s complicated, y’know?
JWM
Mr. Tatum, a brother American, speaks for me.
That’s all well & good from this gentleman. I never tire of listening to proud Americans of any flavor stand up for their country. Unfortunately for every sane man of this flavor, there are 20 of the same hue that wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire.
There’s not a doubt in the world he would be a far better neighbor that some I’ve had yet after a lifetime of negative first hand experiences I’ve had dealing with blacks, I have lived in areas where even a sighting of one is rare.
Consequences? No crime. No home invasions. No out of control public displays in Wal-Marts. laundromats or supermarkets. Freedom to walk my neighborhoods at anytime of the night without fear of a drive by or assault. Decent schools. No riots. No looting. No BLM bullshit, that simply will not be tolerated. And generally, local leaders that are of the same beliefs as the voters, imagine that!
Sorry, fine upstanding black man, not your fault but millions of us feel exactly the same way I do. And those that didn’t, well, looks like a lot of them are awakening to reality now.
From Francis Porretto’s great site, Bastion of Liberty,
Father, Stepdaughter Shot In Head Over a Fender-Bender
Steve Sinclair Stabs White Man While Yelling “Black Lives Matter”
Jayvon Hatchett Stabs White Auto Zone Employee 7 Times
Marquise Asomani Accused Of Shooting At Trump Supporters
Yamiche Alcindor Implies Madison Cawthorn Is A White Supremacist.
The steady accumulation of evidence that black racial hostility toward whites is the real “racism problem” goes almost unaddressed in the media. It’s scarcely mentioned in major public fora. And of course, the Left, which needs “the racism problem” as an excuse for its campaign to disrupt American society, likes it that way.
All if these and more just in the last week. Black on white violent crime is almost 11x the reverse. I’m cynical I know but when I see postings of good black men calling out the others, it comes off as an effort to say, oh look, blacks really are the salt of the earth, see here, what more proof do you need?
Here’s what I need to see. I’m sure most of us watched the striking black woman’s ad who is running in Baltimore against Mfume. Did you know they had an election just a few months ago to fill Cumming’s seat? Mfume got almost 8o% of the vote and in Baltimore County(the black vote) he got 94% When I see that 94% drop into the 60s or lower, than I believe change can happen.
Now? Not s fookin chance,
I wonder. A lot of people saying, yeah, great – it’s one guy, big deal. I say without sarcasm, it is a Big Deal. Tatum isn’t the only fed-up black person, he’s just one of the only articulate ones talkin’ – with the exception of Big Monique, and the Hodges twins, etc.
It is a big deal. Since we’re talking about numbers, then do the same for all the looting. How many? Now, how many, total in the city? I don’t know the precise numbers, probably nobody does, but should rotten apples of a few hundred, maybe couple thousand, defame the hundreds of thousands at home, shaking their head and ducking Mr. Drive By? It’s like COVID, don’t tell me the numbers, tell be the rate within the population.
Try to be fair-minded both ways, is all I’m saying. Trump is going to take a much bigger portion of the minority vote, both black and hispanic, and then this nightmare of multi-generational conditioning will continue unwinding. It’s already on its way – lots of red pills taken.
Aggie you’re hoping for the best, I’m simply telling you what has actually happened as recently as April in Baltimore. 94% of the black residents voted for the dem. That despite the 4 year parade of wonderful black men attesting to President Trump’s courage as well as record employment numbers for blacks. Of course if you’re not remotely concerned with getting work and are just looking for next months free weave or nails, well…80-85 IQs are also involved here.
Free shit trumps. They were offered the deal in 64 and took it, sadly millions of whites are too.