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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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Wait. I thought I had learned that you weren’t supposed to gallop a horse on pavement, just dirt or grass. That’s some tough horse.
Now yer talkin’ ! Great kiddo. I’d have made her wear jeans and boots, but I’d have been wrong.
The rider’s right leg appears to be in some sort of harness, whazzit?
Magnificent horse!
That was more dangerous than the average person can imagine…
Only a damned fool with a death wish for horse and self would pull a stunt like that.
30 mph horseshoes on pavement
+
30 mph car following close by
=
darwin
Stunt. Yes. There is a strap hanging under the cinch strap. She has her right ankle in that strap to keep her head from getting banged on the pavement. Steel shoes on pavement at full run is very stupid.
ghost is right. Darwin award attempt for sure.
Glad she lived, maybe someday she’ll realize how close to death that stunt took her. Yes, she’s a good rider, but:
If her foot had slipped out of the harness-
If the horse had shied-
If her head hit the pavement-
If any one of a large number of things had happened,
She would be a vegetable or dead. Glad that’s not my daughter!
This should be set to music: “Nearer My God To Thee.”
Beautiful riding – insanely deadly, but beautiful. Anybody recognize the locale?
Sounds like Spanish speaking right at the beginning.
Korean?
I don’t care, – both of them thoroughbreds!
Long Cool Woman in Faded Black Jeans on Black Horse
Lyrics in *unknown language*
That was child’s play in Genghis Khan’s army.
Impressive!