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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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Friend of mine sent me an article last week explaining a newly discovered fact that the hot air hand dryers so prevalent in restrooms blow fecal bacteria on the hands of those who use them. It’s always something, it seems.
Those really high power hand dryers you drop your hands into look like a euro urinal. Don’t ask anything more about that…
Watching those truckers hit the bridges! Others’ really bad days are such delightful comedy, and the only thing better would be to hear some Slav guy swear in Russian after the mishap.
If you are wearing a tiara or a crown, do not stuff your head up your ass.
Exception. S.J. Lee, fat-ass congressmoron from TX, wearing a massive Stetson, successfully shoved a stove up her nether pipe and commenced waddling down Main Street in the signature way that has made her a source of hissing and regret to all right-thinking persons..
80% of the touchscreen menu kiosks at McDonald’s tested positive for e-coli.
Same thing with the ice bins at the drink stations.
The more “self serve” there is the more shit you might ingest.
Just stay home and the worst that can happen is you consume your own nastiness.
No, that won’t work neither.
While cleaning up a used car he had bought for his daughter, my brother found a shit filled pair of women’s underpants under the back seat. I told him that’s to be expected when someone (anyone) prefers anal. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
Remus #1: Avoid crowds. (more than 3 people in a 500 square foot area is a crowd)
I’m a little out of touch with what the younger generation is doing. So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?
“So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?”
Any kind of food (and most drinks) in a library will draw bugs. Which damage books, microfilms, and all the other stuff on library shelves. So I’m thinking there was a recent infestation that got traced to Oreos.
Apropos of the Evil Little Brother: Can’t help wondering whether the Whitehouse Movers at 0:12 were hauling Bammy’s stuff to his new digs.
Casey,
I’ve seen airport urinals in Amsterdam and more recently in Singapore that had the silhouette of a fly embedded in the ceramic. I suppose to make you want to aim and hit the fly versus aimlessly pissing all over the floor.