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SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 by Auden

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  • Sisu August 26, 2021, 3:19 PM

    It appears History does repeat itself.
    How many are sitting in a “dive” or at “home” not really enjoying their libation, realizing yet still denying that the entire world must suffer great violence, trauma and loss before over an inestimable number of years – until almost all become exhausted, without further energy to be angry or act out. … G-d forgive us for what will be necessary in order to restore order and a world of communities living in relative peace.

    • Bear Claw Chris Lapp August 27, 2021, 3:32 PM

      The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of “Men who wanted to be left Alone”.

      They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love.

      They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it.

      They know, that the moment they fight back, the lives as they have lived them, are over.

      The moment the “Men who wanted to be left Alone” are forced to fight back, it is a small form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be. . . .

      Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these “Men who wanted to be left Alone”, fight with unholy vengeance against those who murdered their former lives. They fight with raw hate, and a drive that cannot be fathomed by those who are merely play-acting at politics and terror. TRUE TERROR will arrive at the Left’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy . . . . but it will fall upon deaf ears.

  • Pyrthroes August 26, 2021, 6:51 PM

    Being exists in essence as Potential, for not in Being but Becoming lies The Way.

    I am Tom, and so say without saying,
    The one and the many’s the same,
    When you’ve learned No Knowledge of Nothing
    And your kingdom hasn’t a name.

    Golden threads tie and bind me,
    For I love the glitter of gold;
    But what I wear is worn threadbare,
    And poor Tom’s ever a-cold.

    Tailor my mantel of Sky,
    Cobble my boots of black Earth–
    For my purse holds riches in dreams,
    And I pay in good coin with my mirth.

    I have danced in the Eye of a Tiger,
    Respect I owe to the Bear.
    Wouldst set me aright, sir? A Copper
    Will serve as a Sovereign– beware!

    Tom as first comes a-begging
    Has neither to go nor to stay;
    But what all winter’s winds won’t accomplish,
    Kind words will wreak in a day.

    JPB, 1972

  • Vanderleun August 26, 2021, 7:09 PM

    With an host of furious fancies
    Whereof I am commander,
    With a burning spear and a horse of air,
    To the wilderness I wander.
    By a knight of ghosts and shadows,
    I summoned am to a tourney
    Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end:
    Methinks it is no journey.

    Yet I will sing, Any food, any feeding,
    Feeding, drink, or clothing;
    Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
    Poor Tom will injure nothing.

    Perhaps the Greatest Anonymous Poem in English: “Tom O’Bedlam” | Big Two-Hearted River