Only 220 million more Americans to go. Should be done before November.
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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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Wait a minute.
Joe also recently said there were over 150 million deaths from gun violence.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5THO2KznkOU
If we add the 120 mill to that it comes to 270 million dead. So, clearly there are only 60 million people left in the country.
T.R. Malthus would be pleased.
Boy, oh, boy, I can’t wait for the Trump-Biden debates. Trump’s gonna be like the woodchipper feeder in the climactic scene of Fargo.
I was there, cleverly disguised as a ham sammich. He actually said, “Now we have 120 million dead of cornbread.”
I’m pretty sure that his chin strap is a clever cover for a nauseating goiter, or as Joe describes it, “CornPop’s ball sack.”
I’ve always hated Joe’s nasality. [Blow your nose, asshole!] Maybe he has polyps. He may BE a polyp, for all we know.
This is Joe emerging from a lady’s nose.
https://topnaturalremedies.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/remedies-for-nasal-polyps.jpg
Well, she may be a tramp, for all we know.
Say, Auntie A., you want to see climactic endings, you should see “Embargo.” Bunch of ships say, “Hey, what gives?”, turn around and go back . Totally unexpected. And gay.
Yeah Joe, 12o million are gone. I’m just sorry you aren’t one of them.
What is it about Democrats with the initials JB infesting my home town? I used to think that James Buchanan’s retirement to Lancaster after his disastrous presidency was blight enough (an opinion not improved by obligatory high school field trips to Wheatland), but Biden makes Buchanan look like a sage in comparison.
And that is why mail-in voting is necessary now. Otherwise those 120 million dead would not get to vote for their favorite democrat candidate.
Forget this spineless scumbag marxist jerk and worry about who will be his running partner.
Why is he wearing that chin diaper? Does he really drool that much? It is absolutely incredible that this corrupt imbecile is a major figure in politics.
How funny. The Global total is under 500K.
I don’t see a big win for the democrats here.
“The Eternal Sunset of the Thoughtless Mind”. That is freakin’ hilarious and it made my day.
Thank you again, GVL!!
Thank you. I’ll be here all week!
Phil in Englewood axed: “Why is he wearing that chin diaper?”
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That’s his Abe Lincoln disguise.
All y’all rejoicing at how this fool can’t win the election need to start considering what the lefties really intend by running him.
It ain’t about a popular referendum.
Rob De Witt: Yes, Biden can win, by hook or by crook (most likely). Nobody with half a brain thinks Biden is presidential. Biden is just the means to an end. The end would be fulfilled by his VP. That is the person to watch!