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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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Americans have known since the Silent Era that these people were like this. They’ve never been given any reason to think that their behavior won’t be rewarded with money, fame, drink, drugs, sex, child slaves, or immunity from consequences for same. I suppose I’ll take whatever scourging is on offer, but I know there will be a hundred that will never happen.
We don’t have a culture in this country. We have industries. The film and television industries, the publishing industry, the music industry, the education industry, news media. All of them run by groups that have fit themselves to run it, all nepotistic, not truly matching the majority group that founded and built this country.
Comment issues, again?
Off with his nutz!
I have a strange feeling these two are trying to get out in front of something:
https://gab.ai/Montag/posts/13283882
NO comment issues other than the usual holdups because something has insulted Askimet, the filter. It is upgraded continuously and sometimes words turn up in the filter that haven’t been spam before. I try to get on this as fast as possible but it is a manual process.
I’ll remember. Thank you for taking the trouble.
Monty,
Very well said, sir and thank you. I am not that articulate.
Between 1880 and 1920 the US imported two million of these Askanaze filth.
It was a stunningly stupid error.
Monty nailed it. “They’ve never been given any reason to think that their behaviour won’t be rewarded with money, fame , drink, drugs, sex , child slaves, or immunity from consequenses for same.”
This, x 10 for decades.
Immunity from consequenses. Who,what,when,where,and why?