“The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.” — Ecclesiastes
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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
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That was impossible to stop watching. Yay, bears.
Grizzly bear cub ice axe arrest practice begins tomorrow at 8 am on the Inter Glacier.
You gotta love a bear..
Admit it, you grinned from ear to hear when it cleared the crest and started running after Mama.
Sometimes you just have to realize your approach is wrong and come in at the challenge from a different angle. There are no questions, only answers.
Sheer pluck and determination. I noticed that although Mama bear kept looking back at Baby bear, as soon as the cub reached the top, she headed off and Baby followed. Just another difficulty overcome. We humans would embrace, praise, and tell the world. The bears just went on with their life.
Busy this AM. Update later.
I noticed the twatter account, “im (pic of a peach) him.” You can’t escape these creeps.
OTOH–
Bravo for the bear.
JWM
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but that’s the way the smart money bets!
I shamelessly stole this off the innertubes someplace:
“attributed to the Comte de Bussy-Rabutin (1618–93), ‘God is usually on the side of the big squadrons against the small,’ and Voltaire (1694–1778), ‘God is on the side not of the heavy battalions but of the best shots.’
The video has been removed … someone complained that the bears (mother and cub) were OK until the videographer “harassed” them with a drone, causing them to flee
And it is back.
Clayton, I saw a story to that effect, too. They added that mom and baby were “terrorized” by the drone. They way they ambled away once baby reached to the top belies the claim.
Did you see the drone shadow on the snow?
I’ll look again; thought that was bird shadow. The changes of zoom made me think this was filmed through a telescopic lens – not a drone. Might be wrong…
Slightly off topic but someone going elk hunting recently asked me about shooting an elk. I started to tell the story then I could tell some gal from Purchasing was trying to discretely overhear the story. Heheh. I told the guy that the cow elk herd I suddenly came upon was startled but one cow elk couldn’t run away because it was nursing a yearling, and that was the one I easily shot! By the look on her face I could tell that the Buyer was horrified!!! I couldn’t hold back my laughter.
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