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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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.
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
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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.