WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Strange Daze
byVanderleunonOctober 11, 2020
In 1982 Agnes Denes cultivated, grew, and harvested a two-acre wheatfield in downtown Manhattan, a few blocks away from the World Trade Center and the heart of the financial district. KA-CHING!
BREAKING: Presidential Debate moderator Steve Scully (@SteveScully) deleted his account after getting caught conspiring against Trump by posting a tweet meant as a DM, and then claiming he was “hacked.” pic.twitter.com/pBF1MrCnWz
Arcadians versus Utopians : I shudder at the thought that Americans might be fool enough, to vote for the people who have a plan. And won’t even tell them what it is, until after the election. And could win it, only because they have succeeded in smearing the (essentially Arcadian) incumbent; and drilled all the young commies (“liberals”) to do as they say. (And they will make the adults pay their student debts.)
Vox Popoli: A portrait in missing the point This is a prime example of the problem with all the clueless Boomers and GenXers who live in safe white enclaves and believe that diversity is nothing more than a nice dash of spice and color in their comfortable lives. They don’t realize that they no longer live in America… or how desperately they will miss it once they realize what has taken its place.
Cutting out the corporate cancer Allowing the inmates to run the asylum, as Google and the NBA do, is a certain path to corporate extinction. Don’t be surprised to see other companies not only following Coinbase’s example but getting considerably more proactive about not permitting them to infest the organization in the first place.
The Feds announced to great fanfare that they foiled a plot by far-right extremists to kidnap the daffy governor of Michigan. They coordinated this with the governor so she could try to gain some sympathy. Of course, this being the age of lies, the extremists were mostly anarchists and random goofballs talked into this by the Feds. Putting aside the absurdity of this case, it does raise a good question. That is, why has there been so little organized violence in America? A Peaceful End | The Z Blog
Christians, Jews, other religions, have proved to the authorities that they can be easily intimidated. The Church, and the churches, will agree to close down: accepting that public health must take priority, not only over freedom, but also over God. Politicizing Everything – The Catholic Thing
Reading these Strange Daze links can be a bit depressing. Perhaps, for a change of pace, you might want to watch me blow out the candles on my birthday cake. 😉 http://www.ipernity.com/doc/319805/50408362
ghostsniperOctober 11, 2020, 1:32 PM
That Vox Popoli link reads similar to a comment made here a week or two ago.
The author of the VP screed was born in 1969 so most of what he wrote, too, was utter bullshit.
Once again, some are drawn to the worst life has to offer, but most are not.
ghostsniperOctober 11, 2020, 1:37 PM
Now THAT’S the way to blow them candles out, Jim!
And many more…..
NoriOctober 11, 2020, 3:42 PM
Happy Birthday,James! Thanks for sharing that delightful blowout;nicely done.
Next year,a flammenwerfer,perhaps? 💥
SpellerOctober 12, 2020, 3:04 AM
“I shudder at the thought that Americans might be fool enough, to vote for the people who have a plan. And won’t even tell them what it is, until after the election.”
Oh, they’re fool enough alright. That’s exactly what they did in 2008.
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
The Waking
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.
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.
from Preludes
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
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
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
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
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Lay down these words
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The scientists are in terror
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In re Arcadians vs Utopians, I am sure they have a plan that they really don’t want to reveal. Except Keith Olberman couldn’t wait:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pkVnNqWk0Y&feature=emb_logo
Reading these Strange Daze links can be a bit depressing. Perhaps, for a change of pace, you might want to watch me blow out the candles on my birthday cake. 😉
http://www.ipernity.com/doc/319805/50408362
That Vox Popoli link reads similar to a comment made here a week or two ago.
The author of the VP screed was born in 1969 so most of what he wrote, too, was utter bullshit.
Once again, some are drawn to the worst life has to offer, but most are not.
Now THAT’S the way to blow them candles out, Jim!
And many more…..
Happy Birthday,James! Thanks for sharing that delightful blowout;nicely done.
Next year,a flammenwerfer,perhaps? 💥
“I shudder at the thought that Americans might be fool enough, to vote for the people who have a plan. And won’t even tell them what it is, until after the election.”
Oh, they’re fool enough alright. That’s exactly what they did in 2008.