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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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Another succinct piece I can post on several FB sites to bust their asses. We have a maskhole Gov. in NC, who clearly has a mask fetish. And hates hiz State.
Spot on! Perfectly done!
Yesterday I was in a waiting room at the doctor’s office, with about 3 other people scattered throughout the small room. One elderly man was dooming and glooming about the selfishness of schools reopening . How they were going to all bring COVID home and kill everyone. I’d say fear will be more destructive than actual disease.
Masks are now required by law around here in hoosierville.
Not sure what the penalty is, don’t care.
We rarely go anywhere so it’s not a big deal.
FedEx dood came by last week and he wasn’t wearing, so I guess it is still selective law enforcement.
03Nov it’s going to boil over. maybe sooner
@Jewel
“Yesterday I was in a waiting room at the doctor’s office….”
Last week, I was in my dermatologist’s waiting room awaiting the semi-annual removal of questionable pieces of my hide. The entry procedure is prolly familiar to most of us: Somebody from the doctor’s staff is given the unenviable job of door guard, where they take everyone’s temperature and ask the required questions before entry is allowed. So I passed that test and took my seat awaiting my turn at the knife. And of course, wearing a mask is mandatory (I’ll skip the debate about whether a mask is helpful or not).
A couple of minutes after taking my seat, in walked this woman, wearing her mask as she must, and she went through the door guard’s ritual. But her mask was one of those belly dancer veils, transparent, and complete with jewels and little twinkly thingis.
Now remember: I was at my dermatologist’s office. If you’ve never been, they’re full of people my age….someone in their 50’s is usually young for the crowd. I will presume that this woman-publicly-wearing-her-belly-dancer-veil has the rest of the outfit to go along with her veil, but thankfully, she opted to leave that at home. No one, not in love with her, needs to see that.
I identify the paddle holster and it’s contents on my hip as a mask on my face and my preferred pronouns are yessir and nosir.
Now, what were you sayin’ ?
Everywhere a lock down. Everywhere mask-clad zombies. Here’s something amazing… some great news… something has actually worked out totally okay.
https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2020/08/coronavirus_common_sense.html
Where do we know that chick in the video from?
Something very familiar in her mannerism and speech; a video series or some such?
Anyway, it is a beautifully presented piece and hits just the right spots.
And to James ONeil’s point, a good paddle holster is my preference OSW as well.