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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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When a communist uses the word “clearly” it is lying.
I said “it” because a communist mind is not based in humanity.
There is no cure for a communist mind as it is the end result of a self inflicted disease that turns one against all others.
ALL communist minds must be destroyed because they are a threat to everyone else.
Destroy it or risk being destroyed, there is no middle ground.
One take-away for me on these tragedies is that the police may be telling you stories, and likewise the media. I’m not saying false-flags (who would false-flag when congress is on recess??) . I’m saying the cops did not shoot the Garlic festival perp, but swore up and down that they had done. I could see they probably hadn’t, then the truth came out after the attention was onto the next one.
You are fully responsible for yourself (and your near neighbors in a crisis) and must fight your way out of these things. Bullets don’t seek like missiles. AK bullets fire all over the damn place; AR bullets are small caliber. Use whatever advantages you can.
If the perp leaves the scene, he may be headed for the next massacre site. Are you a victim, or are you misfeasant when he leaves your presence?
The El Paso guy did not espouse white supremacy directly. Going there is a chicken-shit thing for the media and politicians to do. When the mob comes for you, you’ll be a child-molester, a white supremacist (no matter what your race) and a Nazi.
If I’m in a situation like this, and I see the perp with an AK, I know he’s not a weapons genius. Same with an AR platform; he’s not that incredibly smart. If he comes at me with a shotgun, I know this is a smart criminal and I am fucked. Distance.
Took my grandkids to the trampoline park today and spent most of the time watching the door. We need to all be armed.
I read the “manifesto” and there’s no way this nobody 20 year old antisocial punk wrote that thing. It was clumsily written by a government dweeb. Witnesses said they saw multiple shooters. That will never be repeated by the MSM. This kid “wrote” he expected to be killed yet he’s taking extra precaution to wear head phones? Walked calmly towards the cops and is driven away. Nice. Here’s some astute observations immediately following El Paso incident…
https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1157781637658292231.html
Meet the dad of the kid implicated in the El Paso massacre. Crazy doesn’t roll very far away from the tree when it ripens. This guy reminds me of Marshall Applewhite who seduced his followers into drinking poison before they hopped on the passing comet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpFBs05I_SM&frags=pl%2Cwn
“Who would false-flag when congress is on recess?” C’mon, Mr. Klahn, do you think Congress runs this country? As for what the media is telling you, pfft. Can you believe those people? And all we’re in a position to ” know” is what they tell us. Might as well trust your instincts.
The below, borrowed from a Z Blog commenter, is only four minutes. Does drawing attention to this compound the problem, I wonder? Do they want us dazed and confused or all on the same page? Or do they have no intentions at all and things just happen? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5ubluwNkqg