“This is the kind of judge I will always be.”
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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Judge Kavanaugh is an honest man.
He is absolutely correct in his statement about getting good people to run for office. Who would want to go thru this treatment? But – isn’t that what the swamp wants? Easily manipulated people, who can be corrupted easily?
We need to confirm Judge Kavanaugh now- Lets VOTE!
Call your representatives!
Hanging’s too merciful for the likes of Shitestein, Greaseball, Liars 1 and 2, et al. I’m thinking an hour or so on the rack for a warm up, followed by a soothing molten lead gargle.
“Nothing to say now, huh?”
a cuckservative shabbatz goy
gets a lesson in (((post-modern ethics))).
he’ll go right on cucking though.
It is clear now, one group has crossed into open cultural warfare, with multiple unrelenting attacks on multiple fronts with multiple weapons, truth the first casualty. There are no moral constraints, win everything or die is the only imperative, destroy the enemy’s will to fight, or the enemy if need be.
The other group refuses to even defend themselves and their own supporters, I guess on the theory that it takes two sides to make a war. (No defense, no counter-attacks … voila! no war!)
We have representatives. And some of the chosen representatives refuse to defend their people, and only offer pre-emptive capitulation. In the old days, such were quisling traitors, near lowest rat scum of all.
There are only 535 of them, their tens of thousands more of retainers and courtiers and toadies and henchmen and stooges. What will the Sixty-Three do when they finally see the depth of their betrayal? What will the Sixty-Three do?
Whole lotta yappin but nothing worthwhile and nobody’s listenin.
The gov’t funds the operation and the media fans the flames.
FWIW
There’s something happening here, what it is ain’t exactly clear.
There’s a man with a gun over there, telling me I have to beware.
There’s battle lines being drawn, nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong.
Young people speaking their minds, getting so much resistance from behind.
What a field-day for the heat, a thousand people in the street.
Singing songs and carrying signs, mostly say, hooray for our side.
Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep.
It starts when you’re always afraid, step out of line, the man come and take you away.
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound, everybody look what’s going down.
@ John A. Fleming. Very powerful words Sir. I believe the pot is boiling and will quite soon engulf the kitchen in a scalding hell. Keep your sword edges keen.
Here is a new item on this accuser. Boiling her in oil would be a good first step.
https://stream.org/christine-blasey-ford-abortion-profiteer/
Howzabout we get the “special fund” info published.
You know — the one that has info about payoffs to protect congresscritters accused of harassment or abuse. Payoffs using your and my money, not from their own pockets.
I may not be happy with some of the names I’ll see there, but at least I’ll know.