HT: Neo
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Good morning HAL…
Good morning Dave… I’ve indexed a selection of answers based on your dreams from last night. Would you like to see them?
We already know Google is creepy. What we need to know, now, is how it ends.
HAL, how do we defeat Google?
Casey, I’m afraid I am unable to go into detail in addressing your concerns. But I can give you my complete assurance that I will employ all my faculties to the utmost investigating this matter. In the meantime, I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think about something else
If the media were any where near as influential as some think then we’d all be driving Edsels and drinking New Coke.
Here’s an example for all y’all. Normally I peruse the tubes via my account, but sometimes I’m too lazy and use my wife’s account cuz she’s logged in. My accounts and settings are all wrapped up tight, trying to keep the tubes spies from tracking me. The wife doesn’t care, and she’d be annoyed when a site didn’t work perfect and she’d yell at me. So I first read DrudgeReport on my wife’s login, then went to AmDig, and perused the comments to the pic of Elvis. Kudos to ghostsniper to figuring it out it was a pr pic in Germany.
I followed the link that Gerard provided describing all the publicity stills. Then I immediately navigated back to DrudgeReport cuz my curiosity was belatedly piqued about something I read there.
Dang it! There on DrudgeReport was flashing a big ol’ Graceland advert. Something I have never seen before, not ever. Which hung around for the next five minutes. Смерть шпионам!
All y’all gotta turn off allowing cookies and install something like Ghostery and the gizmos that prevent clandestine Javascripts from running. You don’t, and the FANGs are buying and selling you, you’re just their digital slave.
TO Roy Lofquist
You’re missing the point: the problem with your analogy is that the media we’re discussing here works to PREVENT you from even KNOWING there’s anything out there’s other than “Edsels and New Coke” to drive and drink.