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From Don Surber: Highlights of the News. Recomendo.
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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
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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.
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
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Gerard Van der Leun
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She’s a Scorpio. That explains a lot.
Oh dear. Grade school could not have been easy.
GAD !!! She looked like Alfred E Newman’s Sister !
“The first 24 hours of a corporate Communism lie are important because once cemented in the public’s mind, no amount of proof can dissolve it.”
More than that, their true faithful will demand that lie. They will embrace it as the swine eagerly shoves its snout into its swill, rooting with pleasure.
How much happier she would have been if she’d have settled down, married a nice architect, had a passel of kids and asked cookies for the PTA.
Yes, Jewell, she would have been happy,
1. murdering her husband in his sleep.
2. drowning the kids.
3. putting strychnine in the cookies served at the PTA.
to become president of the PTA.
To, Hillary Clinton
You will not be the first woman president of the United States. Hahahahahaha!
You missed your chance. Yes, you blew it with your sense of entitlement that you, still today, hold as you were “born to be president”.
You ran a crappy campaign.
You and your pals in the DNC cheated Bernie to get the nomination and you still lost.
You are nothing more than a bitter has-been in the manure pile of history.
When Donald Trump destroys your long time buddy in corruption, you may actually stand a chance of being indicted for your long list of criminal endeavors. I hope it causes you sleeplessness and inner torment for the remainder of your days, Bitch.
No STFU and go away.
While I am enjoying the Trump success as much as the next guy, I’ll add a word of caution for my friends assembled here: Before we annoint ACB with angelic wings, let’s see her issue a decision or two and see what we think then.
While I am enjoying the Trump success as much as the next guy, I’ll add a word of caution for my friends assembled here: Before we annoint ACB with angelic wings, let’s see her issue a decision or two and see what we think then.
Apologies for the double post.
Jewel sed: “…married a nice architect…”
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What’d we do to deserve that???
We won’t lose our fear and loathing of Hillary until she is screwed in her coffin.
And Surber is a daily read for me!
Who could have guessed that such a sweet-looking, adorable little girl would grow up to be the murderous, treacherous, treasonous spawn of Satan?
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Don Surber is my early morning pick-me-up!
Tried to make a comment twice, got “Error establishing a database connection”
Have the guardians of rightthink found A. Digest?
There have been off again and on again hits of the server that AD is hosted on over the past month. The great team at Hosting Matters always sets it to rights after a bit.