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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
from “1054 AD”
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:
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Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
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I cannot remember things I once read
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Chimes of Freedom
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
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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.
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To the Stonecutters
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.
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from “1054 AD”
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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Uh… yeah… this is sad and queer to see. But I’m confused, doesn’t the Secret Service wrestle people like Joe to the ground for touching the President?
A good one! And true. We will never be rid of Obama until he goes where every man in his own time goes.
That was painful to watch.
I thought it was delish.
I think it’s frightening.
Like a stick of dynamite, fused and lying on the ground with a box of matches next to it.
Anyone that has seen a dementia patient become violent knows what could happen.
Not really
I know…I know. I am supposed to feel sympathy and sadness and pity for a demented and senile old man. But no one has explained why I am supposed to feel that way. If Biden were simply a normal guy whose mind has finally departed him in his golden years, well of course sympathy and sadness and pity would be justified and necessary. But Biden lived the life of a monster. He did more damage to more people than Ted Bundy ever did. Biden has been a curse upon this nation since he shambled into public view. Lies, treason, extortion, corruption, theft, adultery, nepotism, pedophilia: there has hardly been a crime or a sin or an outrage that Biden has not committed over and over again.
Biden’s life these days is a picture perfect example of cosmic justice. I hope he lives many years longer.
In a cell, with his demonic wife condemned to empty his drool cup and diapers for all eternity.
Or this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s0N8Mviig0
Dante would have had great fun with Biden.
Look how skinny everyone was. Even the fat dood was skinny. Quite a contrast to the epidemic of giant blobs you see today bouncing all over the place, like globs of chicken fat undulating in 600 degree peanut oil. Couple months in the fields will get things back to normal.
A couple of months? I was thinking of life-long chain gangs sentenced to a permanent existence of picking garbage off public thoroughfares. For the very first time in their lives, they would actually be “public servants”.
There it is … Drool Cup Joe
Boom!
Biden’s done, stick a fork in it. Never in the history of TV and political TV has this been seen. I stated a month ago that it is in fact Berry in charge, any questions after viewing this.
My question is this, does the Delaware Dildo make it to mid terms. Just today I read multiple piece regarding the removal of Obama, firing giggles, having Bozo Pelosi refuse to except, at some point the just of the articles is that somehow, someway, Obama can be seated, it would be elected, but an appointment.
I didn’t really understand how, n fact I seriously doubt it possible. I mention it, only because we are experiencing things never before seen.
There was a Russian Czar or two, a few French kings, a “Mad King Ludwig”, a bunch of Romans and myriad Ottoman sultans who were stark raving mad. They were removed from power by the necessarily permanent means.
Biden will certainly be removed, but I rather doubt by such stark methods. Everything must seem above board, legal, necessary and proper. A sham White House can even be built in Delaware to make Biden think he is still the president with well-paid actors playing the press corps, foreign dignitaries and such. He will be monitored of course. Every action will be live streamed.
Easy.
Covid.
Tragic breakthrough infection.
Guess what follows.
JWM
Your adoration of the magic negro is noted. O-asswipe is not in charge of anything, he is simply quicker to kneel to the boot than the geriatric pedo.
It works like this: Obama can’t be elected again. But he could be appointed vice-President and confirmed by the Senate.
It requires our current VP to fall on her sword. I’m sure she would settle for some nice, well-paid sinecure that requires no briefing books. She resigns (or is forced out), Biden nominates Obama, who graciously agrees to serve to help out in our crisis.
Now the cabinet votes to apply the 25th Amendment to Biden. Obama becomes president. Pro tem, of course, because Joe could recover, right?
Could Obama be confirmed in a 50-50 Senate? Of course. Who thinks Romney, Collins and Murkowski would vote against him?
The removal of the food group
He’s become an untouchable. You never know if he has shit on his hands. “Unclean unclean.”
Which means he always has shit on his hands. But, according to the touchscreens in McDonalds most people do.
I imagine a Twilight Zone episode.
The two bit crooked pol gets a wish. The Magic McGuffin asks the two bit crooked pol what he wants more than anything…
“I want to be President!”
So the Magic McGuffin says, “You may have what you desire, or you may have what you deserve. Choose…”
“I want both.”
Here’s the crooked pol in the final scene.
Begin Rod Serling voice over.
Fade to black.
JWM
Exactly, a Twilight Zone episode.
To learn who rules over you,
simply find out who you are
not allowed to criticize. Voltaire
About the male dominant society, trannies are an important issue to preezy of the steezy Michelle Obama. Wink, wink, nod.
Jo Jo Brandon the stalking horse candidate is about to get put out to the glue factory as the Fundamental Transformation into Zimbabwe is completed.
The Federal Government of the (once) United States of America is illegitimate; it is not subject to the “rule of the Ultimate Law of the Land” formerly known as the “Constitution and ‘Bill of Rights'”.
I do not believe Vladimir Putin is anything but an “utilitarian”, but he is less committed than the demonrat party and their “satellite organizations” (aka “RINOs”, State Department, Planned Parenthood, BLM, antifa, afl/cio, …) and, ‘lords’ (WEF, EU, ‘Five Eyes’ (aka UK sh!ts), …). … And, thus Putin, as the Roman Catholics believe despite his lack of faith, may be an instrument of G-d’s Will.
Faith, courage, strength. … It does not matter where you die or the disposition of your remains. Only did your final acts contribute to the perpetuation of “the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, …”
The 2020 Election was a total “fraud”.
The title of a recent movie comes to mind, I think it was: “There will be blood.”
Which leaves me questioning: Given the US exports its garbage … What will we “locals” do with the bodies ?
nah…it’s HILARIOUS!
A pretty good Jeff Berwick walk n’ talk with his chihuahua Lucy. All kinds of crap to think about…
https://www.bitchute.com/video/P87N5Ol3hsFO/
A recent poll taken by the UK Express shows that a majority of Americans would rather see Biden removed from office than Putin removed from his position. In this video Biden reacts with a lot of snarky smiling in an effort to deflect these uncomfortable questions. Kamala probably coaches him to do this, because it works so well for her, and though he isn’t laughing uproariously like the VP, the nervous smiles and head shaking is phony and desperate. https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1590516/joe-biden-polls-putin-russia-ukraine-war
some enchanted evening
WW2 my father was in the Seabees, stationed on Espiritu Santo. He would drag out his box of fotos from that time (a Dog Bone biscuit carton) once a year or so and spin the tales. My mother would roast peanuts sent from North Carolina for us to snack on. We loved it all. He’d get around to a story of a Frenchman who owned a copra operation who had offered him a piece of the business, telling my father “he’d be a millionaire in twenty years.” My father declined for several reasons, not least for the treatment of the indentured Indo-Chinese who worked the plantation.
Years later I became aware of the scenario of “South Pacific” and wondered was that French plantation owner the same man my father had met, but by then my father had passed, leaving me the last man standing.
“Ask yourself if you’ve ever seen anything sadder” please nigga, it was pretty pathetic but sad? Nope, not one fookin’ bit.
You want sad? How about Biden taking the Oath of Office while 10s of millions of us KNEW it was a fraud?