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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
Gerard Van der Leun
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I like that guy
“Jones for Congress. Because why the hell not?”
This guy’s killin’ me.
I’m reminded of the last-ditch 2AM used car ads on local Ceveland TV when I was (briefly) in high school.
OGAWD I’m laughin hard.
Cal Worthington has met his match. Some will remember Cal.
I remember Cal.
Mr. Jones is Epic! Capitalism + Phat > antifa + Marxist soyboy.
I’m not sure what’s funnier, Jones, or the fact that he’s in my area code.
I’m gonna go out an’ buy me a big ass truck just so I kin store it at Jones’.
who could forget CAL & his “DOG” was it spot? bought a big ranch somewhere forget where, good lookin wife also. good night mrs.calabash wherever you are. inki dinki do.
I was reminded of the classic Cullman Liquidation Center commercial…..
https://youtu.be/q-RLqLx1iYI
….also first introduced to me by our host.
Uh oh! It’s Jones with another possible sponsorship: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESJINXeBjhc
Harry,
I watched the video at the link. Thank Goodness Jones Cheap Ass Daycare is “Molester Free”. 😂