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Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
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
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
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
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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Thanks – cheered me up this afternoon. Shocking how mentally ill and deluded the Communists are. Love seeing the happy and cheerful people 🙂
Best use of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck,ever!
The reality of what’s coming is going to hit these pod people really hard.
Too bad I’m fresh outta sympathy.
Loved it!!!!!!!!
At the top it is a coup, and all the way down to the bottom is mass hysteria. Talking about the american communists. There is no other explanation for what’s going on. The only question left is, who is the big cheese behind all of it? If their name was known, and a $1bil bounty placed on their severed and delivered head this would all disappear post haste.
Soros money, unbelievable as it would seem, showed up in local township elections here. Evidence….$15 an hour rented teenagers “from away” were out campaigning door to door for Democrats, and they covered far more voters in this rural community than “we” could. There has been a sea change here, and I suspect across our fruited plain, and the end result was that these formerly solid Republican townships went blue.
HEY ghost you posting on bison prep. just curious
Yes, and a few other places.
What I like best about Trump is he blows the circuit board in the progressive/liberal brainpan. But I only applaud him for entertainment value. I saw him in Albuquerque May 2016 and he repeated his “We Love Wikileaks” line several times. I tried to attend the recent Trump gig in Rio Rancho but only people who camp out overnight can get into these smaller rallies. If I was in attendance and screamed out “Do We Still Love Wikileaks?” I would probably have been dragged out and deposited at my car. What Trump is allowing to happen to Julian Assange is a disgrace… it’s hypocrisy… and truly… murder.
Hey phil…
Is that Englewood, fla??
I’ve done Englewood. Just down the road from Boca Grand. I did 40 years in Cape Coral – Fort Myers.
Them communist and socialist. very very funny. now if we can get nervous Nancy and the handful of hold out democrats, we can get this battle royal going. my money is on the thoroubred. President Trump.
God Bless our awesome President Donald Trump and God Bless America! Happy Veterans day Mr. President from a veteran and I am so proud that my son serves in the U.S Army under your leadership. You have mine and my family’s vote
Dump Trump, he’s a joke, doesn’t take America seriously and that’s dangerous in my book… just saying.
Move along Martie, you’re way out numbered in these parts.
Martie, go away. If you don’t I’ll enjoy Ghost leaving you crying in the corner.
I hear that you guys tote lizards in your pocket. Do you have a favorite one? Gecko perhaps? Pants pocket or shirt pocket? Service animal? Man, when they started allowing reptiles as service animals I don’t think that they knew where it would lead.
Damn. The video “doesn’t exist.”
Darn it. Vimeod away and I can’t find it elsewhere. Suggestions????
Aw, man! By the time I was able to take a look at this video, it was gone. 😭
Probably pulled for copyright violation. Using popular songs seems like a good idea, but it leaves you open to DMCA complaints… especially if you’re doing a video that attacks the left. The entertainment industry is full of leaders of the batshit left, and they will be very aggressive in protecting their domination of communication channels.
They don’t have to counter your arguments if they can just cancel you.
For those that haven’t seen it yet. I wish every man, woman and child could see it.
https://www.facebook.com/doug.ibendahl/videos/10157747138948675/
Enjoying it now. Get some!
What I love is the way the people supporting Trump shine through.
I am worried because I am reviewing Nixon. All of the Nixon Watergate and impeachment stuff went down when I was in high school so I remember it very well. But, reviewing it, it is evident that they snowballed Nixon’s ass and it happened from momentum. They did “get” him for Watergate – they got him for *abuse of power*.
Keep your powder dry. ahem.
“…did [not] get him for Watergate,” I meant.