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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
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
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
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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I could have done without all of that.
Thanks.
Made me laugh.
She could perform the Bhangra dance with le petit Justin, the reason why we need a wall along our border with the Great White North: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8ypraEielc
That’s just sad.
Instantly went from funny to sad.
Another victim of the failed “war on drugs”. Build the wall and kill all drug dealers who specialize in coke and meth. Just line ’em up and shoot ’em.
+1 on Jack’s comment. I’d like to add heroin to the coke and meth he mentioned. Biggest manufacturer of heroin? Mexico. Biggest producer of heroin’s raw ingredient? Afghanistan. Build the wall/ border security and get out of Afghanistan, Mr. President. Stop the kabuki theater/ pro-wrestling show and get it done:
https://heroin.net/types-of-heroin/by-area-of-origin/
When my twins were wee toddlers, pushers moved into the apartment below us. As we immediately found out, law is never on the side of the law abiding. We tried every legal remedy to have them removed. No success. Finally, opportunity came knocking when the old lady across the street died and her house stood empty. I only ventured out with the babies when the thugs were asleep…they stayed up all night and slept from sunrise to sunset.
And what a glorious opportunity for revenge it was.
The next door neighbor, Mr. Crotchety Old Gossip came out to rant about last night’s noise and I told him that the FBI had moved into the empty house across the street. But please don’t say anything. I wasn’t supposed to be talking about it.
Needless to say, the problem neighbors moved out that very hour.
Excellent, Jewel; not to mention, Outstanding!
She straddles the line between utterly free spirit and feral human. For her, lunacy would be a godsend.
Same bee gee song done to North Koreans marching. I get a perverted kick from watching the Nork women soldiers march.
We had two tweaker friends die recently, boyfriend and girlfriend. He had heart problems, then a heart attack. He died over a year ago. She died this fall. She had a stroke, major brain bleed at the base of her brain. Nothing they could do. You can’t overdose on meth, you know. It seems to be hard for folks to give up
A new definition of eternity (besides two people and a baked ham) is sitting, jammed against a window seat, next to a tweaker on a 5 1/2 hour flight. Tweaker girl, all decked out in what looked like army issue long johns, no coat in January, no carryons, and complicated, bondage looking boots, alternated between banging her head on her tray table and flipping her waist length hair up and over her head, jabbing me every so often or so with her elbow while doing this. While it was tragic in an abstract way, it was also very disturbing and frightening and seemed like it w et on for eternity. The flight crew did nothing, hoping, I think, not to escalate the situation. This is the new, horrible normal.
EMTs will finally quit reviving people and just say …after the third time trying…on your way then. Somewhere down the line some star chamber is going to sentence these people to disappear.