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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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