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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Wow. The tats, nose ring, and Jimmy Neutron hairdo already shout DO NOT TOUCH. Is it his intention that they should also suggest SHOOT ON SIGHT? ‘Cause that’s the vibe I’m gettin’.
Poster Child.
It really should take a long hard look at that pik and try understand what it’s going to feel like when that thing is jammed up it’s ass and snapped off.
It’s a plastic toy, probably airsoft or some such.
That’s a septum just looking for further moderation. Anymore, I look at such things as a symptom of a luxurious society gone rancid.
A fairy with a gun. I laughed.
The only thing that’s going to get mangled when “mangler666” pulls the trigger on his AK-47 is the mangle-meister himself. He just might become the first semi-sentient being to knock himself out from the recoil of an AK on full auto. Those things kick like a mule, Slugger
And a word of advice to anyone standing to the right of mangleman when he goes full auto. Drop!!
Bradley Manning’s doppellganger.
I pick my teeth with pieces of wood thicker than “mangler’s” wrists
“moderation” was to have been modification. That’s what I get for posting while distracted.
Still. What’s wrong with that boy? I don’t know where to start. “midwest_manlet666”, indeed.
https://kiwifarms.net/threads/midwest_mangler666-logan-hall.33845/
First impression was to view it as ridiculous. Then I thought of similar ridiculous beings swarming red-hat-wearers and leaving them bloody, or others swinging bike locks onto heads, or mobbing restaurant patrons. Why would such critters forgo firearm violence? Just because they’re against my gun ownership doesn’t mean Alinksy wouldn’t preach & justify their use toward political ends, in the right hands. So I’ve revised my premise to always assume the worst from people who would do violence to strangers for SJW goals. Best to be prepared accordingly and in a position to react well.
Never underestimate. As I recall, British soldiers eagerly swarmed to WWI, happily insisting they’d be home by Christmas. I suppose that some were; in boxes or with missing parts.
Did anyone take the time to read what he wrote?
Just as I thought, Airsoft.
See RosalindJ’s link and here:
http://www.akfiles.com/forums/showthread.php?s=6d6fef132698553a6ed4301ba9702512&t=319085
Pull a real gun and this whiney bitch will soil herself from both ends at the same time.
It’s just having a bad hair day, and it doesn’t want onlookers to say anything.
Just wait till it strikes an even more warlike pose! You’ll be impressed, and then it’ll flounce away satisfied!
He/she/it is one reason I’m never without my 1911 with my sawed-off 12-gauge nearby.
“You’ll shoot your eye out kid.”
I.C.Nielsen! Comment of the day!!
Gunner, target front, hipster tranny with an AK
Identified !
Fire !
On the way !