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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Snow makes my Shannon go insane. She thinks it is a thing and it’s going to get her. When I say, “Let’s go get some snow!”, she jumps high and twisting like a Marlin.
She growls at the snow, daring it to try to get her, then she hunkers down and dives right in, tunneling a few feet then emerges and runs away to the far end of the yard maybe 200′. Then all the way back at full speed. Over and over.
For about 10 mins then she stops and looks at me with her pleading eyes. The snow pulls it’s secret weapon on Shannon and wins every time. Her feets are cold. REAL cold. And it’s too late to do anything about it. Like when you eat ice cream real fast – all you can do is ride it out.
So I go over there and pick her up, all 47 lbs worth, and tuck her frozen feets inside my down vest. We go in my office and I drop her on her Real Tree blanky next to the propane heater and soon she is back to normal, ready to go outside again and “Let’s get some snow!”
Spring
That video depicts what my wife and I have as surroundings to a T. The mountains by us are bigger (Northern Rockies) but all else is as it is, or was until a few weeks ago.
Thank you for posting this Gerard. Perfect Everly Brothers as well.
Blood harmony.