There was a herd of bison walking right toward me at @YellowstoneNPS today! pic.twitter.com/sdrBvojpwF
— Deion Broxton KTVM (@DeionNBCMT) March 25, 2020
And in his honor Yellowstone has created a new poster:
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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
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
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Donald Trump donated his salary to fight the virus, Nancy Pelosi asked for a raise.
This is all you really need to know.
I’m willing to cut the guy some slack. That’s the clearest, most concise reporting by the main stream media that I’ve seen in 10 or 20 years.
hahah! Funny shit.
In the winter, though, you will ski right past the bison, whose attitude is more of a “I’m surviving” one than a “If you get between me and muh mama, or muh food, I will stomp you dead!” I have had that privilege and it is cool to be a few meters from these behemoths.
Yep. Smartest reporter out there. Promotion!
American buff are a great symbol of the US and if you have never been close to one, it’s a humbling experience. The ones I’ve been close to were, to the bull, nasty tempered and easily irritated.
But just think, the American Indians could slaughter them like they were pasture Herefords, while running them down over a dangerously broken prairie, at breakneck speed on the back of a half wild mustang and with home made bows and arrows.
In reply to Jack:
Riding nearly bareback–just a bit of animal hide between their inner thighs and the slippery side of the horse! Mostly that hide was used to protect their private parts–it’s softer than the back bone of a horse! Not much help when riding 20 mph on a half trained horse on uneven ground.
We know where the wild bunch hunker down. Drove off of the secondary road one spring/summer to see the herd. Saw three females and a male and got out of the car to get closer to take pictures. One of the females was in the process of giving birth. The old man stood between her and us–never blinked and never took his eyes off of us. We looked down and backed slowly into the car !
It truly be a small world: an 85 y.o. friend from Paw Paw sent me and unreadable (the digi format) link of an article written by an Italian. She doesnt do that kinda of thing often, so, yep! I’m gonna make an effort to figure out “why this one?”
http://www.greater-yellowstone.com/2020-articles/Message-from-Italy.html
The connection is Yellowstone. The bazaar part is it is on Yellowstone Park Guide book.