WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Gerard Van der Leun
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
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
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.
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Yesterday was absolutely demonic in its scope of naked evil. I wept, and it has been a very long time since I wept. When Hizzoner came out and stated fearlessly, that he would not be withdrawing his nomination, I felt proud. Clearly, voting is not going to suffice against these monsters.
Amazing performance by an amazing man. Kavanaugh would do well to produce something similar on Thursday, but that may be too much to ask. I was struck by the brief look at Biden we get during Thomas’s remarks. He is sitting back, leaning a bit to one side, with what I judge to be a smug, fake concern look on his face. Someone should have smacked him across the face and told him to sit up straight.
Biden; Backpfeifengesicht
That was profound, Biden, Leahy and the other Democrat descendants of Nathan Bedford Forrest, Bull Connor, George Wallace, the Birmingham church bombers and the rest of the Democrat Klansmen were too stupid and vile to appreciate the irony of carrying on the leftist racist heritage in the Senate
I’d like to hear Thomas’s take on this Kavanaugh travesty, with 27 years of hindsight.
You can read what his accuser dock slut says about it here:
https://www.npr.org/2018/09/25/651489805/anita-hill-says-kavanaugh-accuser-hearing-cannot-be-fair
What gets lost in the Anita Hill he “said/she said” shuffle is the utter insanity and unbelievability of what “she said” She charged a man of completely sound mind with no record of any misbehavior, of saying “Who has put a pubic hair in my Coke?” Why we he does this, to get Anita Hill turned on? Only a man in a padded room would think that
And then there was the one about getting Anita Hill alone in his office to talk about porn movies. Again, what adult man would think that was a proper way to approach a liberal, college-educated woman proffessional … other than Travis Bickle in the movie “Taxi Driver.”
On the other hand, there just might be something about a scrawny, tightly wound, ultra-leftist black woman that triggered Thomas beyond the point of madness. It’s a possibility, seeing as how, at the time, he was dating a well-padded, fair-skinned, laid-back conservative woman of the Red Irish persuasion. You know, the absolute polar opposite of Anita; a woman so different from Anita Hill that if the two ever touched each other, the entire universe would be annihilated
Anita Hill, Christine Ford, and the US Senate are defining mediocrity down.