“We’re not too worried about the corn, but we are intensely focused on the grandchildren”.
“What good is zucchini anyway?” <–There open the Gates of Wisdom
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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And now for something completely different.
That was pretty cool tnx.
He should try using straw instead of mulch. It decomposes nicely in the fall, controls the weeds (the straw does “Sprout” so you just turn it over with your hand) and keeps the ground moist. I cannot figure out why he uses all that good ground to grow corn.
“Don’t Bend Over in the Garden, Granny,
You Know Them Taters Got Eyes”
Lewis Grizzard
“What good is zucchini anyway?”
Heh. His education has been neglected!
He needs to take cooking lessons from someone who knows! It’s so versatile and wonderful in how it’s flavors combine with so many others! But you have to taste all the ways and decide for yourself. When you do, you’ll use it in literally dozens of ways.
Joe
…I cannot figure out why he uses all that good ground to grow corn.
It may look like he’s growing corn, but what Scott is really growing are his grandchildren.
Just growing potatoes, like a good Mick, this year after giving up on a garden for a few tears. Was going to grow some tomatoes and zucchini like in the past. Sliced and grilled zucchini on the grill is like candy and home made tomato sauce is wonderful but refused to wear mask to buy seeds/plants.
L0l, looks like work to me. As a 70 year old retiree with IPF I labor to breathe just looking at it.
Great garden! Enjoyed the tour.
Your mulching is excellent just keep it up. Yes it just gets better with time.
Only downside is too much rotting organic matter over time can change the PH lower, to more acidic.
So just get a Ph tester, and maybe add some lime to raise the Ph if it starts to get too low.
You’re doing great kid! 🙂
(I miss Lewis Grizzard. I’ve always wondered what happened to his life-size painting of Herschel Walker in his University of Georgia football uniform. Maybe Grizzard’s widow gave it to Walker.)
A few years ago we realized you can pickle zukes – in chip form – and they are really amazing. Changed my whole view of them. Really tasty with some cheese and bread and a Martini.