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from EAST COKER — Eliot
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
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Beneath the Aegean
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
Your Say
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
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Fun with cheap Fireworks.
Most people learn this by about age 12 but maybe you forgot, a little reminder.
Black cat style of firecracker – comes in hundreds of names, the bigger the better.
Cuck method: sit cat on ground, light, run like 4 motherfuckers.
ghost methods:
1. Hold cat in throwing hand, light, throw it at the cuck.
2. Jam copper pipe in ground, aim at cucks roof, light cat and drop in pipe, drop marble/de-finned arrow/nails/drywall screws in pipe.
3. Dip cat in melted wax, immediately roll in BB’s or shattered glass, go find cuck.
4. Light cat, drop in cucks gas tank, run like 4 MFR’s.
5. Tape cat to center of cucks sliding glass door, light, r l 4 mfrs.
6. Aim cat in slingshot at cuck, have friend light cat, launch.
If you can get em, M-80’s and cherry bombs are waterproof and therefore have a lot more options.
let your imagination run wild at the cucks expense.
Ghost, you’ve just described most of my childhood 4th of Julys in Washington State. The good fireworks were mostly illegal to buy, so everyone would just go to the Muckleshoot reservation where you could find pretty much anything. When I was young, we lived in the woods not too close to neighbors, but we’d spend the evening dodging Saturn rockets and thinking of new ways to set off the tens of free bottle rockets you’d get with each purchase. Later, we lived in a regular neighborhood, where people in different houses would aim stuff at each other. We’d hold Roman candles in our hands and blast away. It’s a miracle nobody ever ended up in the ER; good times.
These days, I live in the tinderbox of Southern California. Fireworks go off every night, all night. It starts to get old when you have terrified pets and the worry over wildfires, but there’s not much law to worry about these days, so boom boom boom it is.
That quote is also attributed to Winston Churchill
“…M-80’s and cherry bombs are waterproof and therefore have a lot more options.”
Like flushing a lit one on the 3rd floor of a college dorm… and then being billed for four grand worth of damage to the sewer lines, without counting the crap laid upon the perpetrator by the his department head, the Dean of Men, the Dean of Students, etc, etc, etc. Not me, an acquaintance. The guy actually managed to graduate with a Mech E degree.
The toilet fountains on the second floor were awesome, by report.
Yeah we use cell phones and thermite now a dayz for that light sheet then run 4 motherfers down with our Prius. Win win. Rinse repeatz…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cPNxdV2I0c
watch and listen to George Webb
Any of you kids grow up around mining country?
Remember Calcium Carbide for miner’s lamps?
Black Cats? Cherry Bombs? M-80s?
Personally I prefer Astrolite.
In junior high some kids drop-flushed an M80 in the boys room which was next to the principal’s office. Yeah, cracked the porcelain made the restroom a mess. They got away with it so they did it again two weeks later, but this time with a home made device that blew up the toilet and flooded the 2nd floor. It was amazing nobody got ratted out on the first event but mouths did not remain shut for long after the repeat effort. KBI showed up and hollered a bunch at the two boys that got fingered for the effort. They avoided any legal consequences and I told them that the cops were just trying to scare them. They replied that the cops had done a real good job of that.