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Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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.
— Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
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
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.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Gerard Van der Leun
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I’d say that just about sums it up.
Extremely well done.
Cant Stop The Message, Google/Amazon/Twitter/Facebook. You opened the door;REAP the resulting whirligig of Consequences.
This week I found out there are pissed-off doctors who have a counter-opinion to the broadcast opinion. No shit! It then turns out that their spokeswoman likes demon sperm, and anyway, Hydroxychloroquine fails to work at week three if you are standing in a dumpster fire and eating fried chicken. Proof enough! We must wear those masks; it’s the most important thing we can do/ sarc.
I cringe at what they have for us in October. But, I feel in my bones they’re not really holding an election, anyway. Taiwan? Mexican border raid? Nuke disaster? Congress dissolved?
Thanks for posting this, Gerard– it says it all. I’m sending the link to like-minded friends.
PA Cat, be sure you send the BitChute link. You know damn well when utube gets wind of this one it’s gonna be memory-holed.
Plus, it’ll be a great way to intro others to that platform. You can bet most normies know nada of it.
I’m forwarding this to my friends with the bitchute url. This video will be disappeared from youtube.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/w64rFwcO2TSO/
It would be swell if Trump was actually representing normies instead of talking about representing normies. He exhibits no attention for detail and is outflanked by people who do, especially within his own family. The most sophisticated revolutionaries must take amused satisfaction at having Trump as their foil.
james wilson, he’s not so much a foil, as a flaming mace. I prefer the flaming mace.
Something to keep in mind throughout all this.
https://medium.com/interfaith-now/why-your-christian-friends-and-family-members-are-so-easily-fooled-by-conspiracy-theories-5c36a835ef07
@BroKen
“The individual is handicapped by coming face to face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.”
Interesting that the phrase “conspiracy theory” was coined by cia to discredit any opinion counter to the official narrative. Any questioning of that narrative was to be regarded as loon territory.
Why would Christians be especially susceptible to an alternative view of events, aka “conspiracy theory”? Perhaps it is through the recognition that all government being composed of evil persons is evil in itself; that whenever both media and government put forth the same narrative both are lying, to avoid disclosing the truth.
The history of the world is one of conspiracies, beginning with the conspiracy to seize power in Heaven. An acceptance and understanding of this is crucial to viewing the world without blinders or rose colored glasses; rejection of this enables the unquestioning acceptance of official lies.
What say you?
iggy, I say that it may not be that Christians are more susceptible to conspiracy theories although we (Christians) are the (my link) author’s audience. In any case, I say we all should be skeptical, especially of our own pet theories.
I say that there is a war going on but at a much higher level than any Deep State or other human agency. We wrestle not against flesh and blood. When we turn on other humans, especially those who are deluded and deceived, the principalities and powers of this world are winning.
I say there probably is a Deep State but it is likely more of a mass of bureaucrats who are determined to protect their own power than a nefarious cabal to which government obeys.
I say their are real casualties in this war and it would seem that Mike Adams was one. I say along with Mark Steyn that the academy is bonkers and has raised up monsters.
I say when I read “Fangs Out and Full Speed” to a friend and colleague this morning, I kind of choked up and had trouble getting through it (even though he says David took three stones instead of five!).
And finally, I say Gerard’s posting of the video “Hobo Matters” is a beautiful satirical counter-weight to the video at the top of this thread. In the middle of confusion all kinds of things seem plausible. In hindsight, most plausible things are obviously wacko.