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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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The Poles who fought by our side in Iraq, when told to quit the field said to the US: we will retire from Iraq on the day designated, plus one more. The Poles are fierce. Now you know why.
Plans? Once in awhile they tip their hand. Someone called into a Rush pinch-hitter at the microphone. The caller sounded like a white toast liberal. What did he say? Something on the order of how “we want you all dead.” What asshole yesterday said he wanted to demolish by explosion every Trump hotel?
What I particularly despise about the contemporary liberal is that he doesn’t dress well. At least the fukn/nazis dressed like a million bucks. They were a great adversary and here is where I remind the readership that my father was chin to nose with those muthas in 1945. He was in an outfit that didn’t just engage the Krauts, they wailed on them like you do a cur dog. It was bloodbath.
OK, so this morning I’m mad at Johhny Lib. Have a nice day.
Casey sed: “OK, so this morning I’m mad at Johhny Lib.”
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I seeth about communists every day. But I keep it in context. The only way I know about communists is through the media, and the media lies all the time. So the communists will never rule me, the lying ones or the not lying ones. Any acosters around here will be dispatched with malice.
“Have a nice day.”
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Thank you. Likewise I’m sure.
I like your comment, Ghost. Did you see the commies in Germany on the border, though? Or are you just being rhetorical.
It is interesting what you say. If I were to take an audit of what the commies have done to me, personally, I think I could write a bunch. One that sticks in my craw, and makes me viol@tly angry, is the way my hometown closed up house by house when the GD’ed owl got famous. They closed the woods, now want to close oil and coal, and make the schools run on weed taxes. That would be the schools that aren’t open to capacity. GD it, I’m mad now.
Take a breath, Casey. Serenity now…
Casey says: “The Poles are fierce. Now you know why.”
Yep. The Polish army in exile earned a reputation for kicking German butt all over Europe during WWII:
The Polish pilots who formed two fighter squadrons of the RAF during the Battle of Britain in 1940 were skilled and aggressive airmen: “No. 303 squadron would make the highest victory claims in the entire Battle of Britain, shooting down 126 German fighter plans in just 42 days.”
https://www.historyhit.com/no-303-squadron/
It was also the Poles who planted their flag on top of Monte Cassino in May 1944: “. . . we learnt that the Polish flag was flying over the Monastery. It was very fitting that this should be so, for the Poles have suffered dearly.”
https://ww2today.com/18-may-1944-polish-troops-capture-monte-cassino
And it was the Polish 1st Armored Division that took and successfully defended Hill 262 (Mont Ormel) in the Battle of Falaise in August 1944, guaranteeing the encirclement of German troops fleeing eastward: “The Poles were relieved by the Canadian Grenadier Guards shortly after noon [on August 21]; their stand had ensured the closure of the Falaise pocket and the collapse of the German position in Normandy.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hill_262
Johnny Lib had better be careful . . .
More from Larry Grathwohl. It is always the same plan. Always.
https://youtu.be/CKTltWU1e7w
Yes Casey, I saw “communists”, at least that’s what I was told. I saw people, at a distance of about half a mile, through binoculars, but do not know their politics or ideology for fact. They were probably poor saps like us stuck with a foul job whether we wanted to or not. Border guard, near Premisch, Germany, many times.
My take is, anything that impedes my progress through life is tyrannical and potentially communist. I’m a natural rightest above all else and people that do not recognize natural rights are my natural enemies. They are contradictions and must be eliminated. Leave me alone, entirely, and you can expect the same.
Pa. Cat – many thanks for the links.
Casey, what owl do you speak of?
Spotted owl?
In Florida they have burrowing owls.
That’s right, the things did tunnels under the ground, and they are pretty small as owls go, maybe 8″ tall.
If you own a vacant piece of dirt and the owls take up residency there they now own your dirt.
The state comes out and establishes a owl shrine on the dirt and a tribe of wanton rosey cheeked teens from the local college will be assigned guard duty in rotation on said shrine. Woe be he that attempts to thwart the states measures and eliminate the owls in some way for he will suffer the seven wraths of state hell, ending deep in that ass pocket.
Bald assed eagles are even worse. They are higher than gaw hisself in FL. I know a developer that bought 90 acres for $14mil and a year later was denied use of his property because an “abandoned” eagle nest was found within 1100 feet of the site. The state said the nest had to be abandoned for a documented 10 years before the land was available for use.
The birds ain’t the problem. It’s the EPA and their ilk.
We don’t own anything. We aren’t allowed to. There used to be a word that appeared in dictionaries long ago but is difficult to find anymore. This is from the original Webster’s 1828:
“ALLODIUM: Freehold estate; land which is the absolute property of the owner; real estate held in absolute independence, without being subject to any rent, service, or acknowledgement to a superior. It is thus opposed to feudal. In England, there is no allodial land, all land being held of the King; but in the United States most lands are allodial.”
All of that changed on March 9, 1933 when President Franklin Roosevelt declared the United States bankrupt by and through executive order nos. 6073, 6102, 6111, and 6260. Then on April 26, 1933 came Senate Resolution no. 62 which reads in part: “The ultimate ownership of all property is in the State; individual “ownership” is only by virtue of Government, i.e., law, amounting to mere user; and use must be in accordance with law and subordinate to the necessities of the State.” Actually, the Federal Reserve owns everything. The Fed holds the bankrupt United States in receivership. The Fed recruited the tattered remnants of our government to enforce the terms of the bankruptcy.
We are only paying to use stuff we don’t own. That’s why your car gets towed away and held in ransom because of some administrative infraction of policy. You didn’t harm anyone… your license expired, or registration, and now you’re walking home. The Federal Reserve is the primary cause of evil in this world. This isn’t just an American problem. The Fed decides when and where the bombs will drop. The peace-lovin’ Democrats are dropping bombs on Syria… just like Trump used to do, and just like O’Bomber did before him. It’s the Fed. Only politician I ever gave money to was Ron Paul.