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Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
— Bob Dylan
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.
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.