OT ~ Welcome to Saturday!
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.
~ Emma Lazarus
Good morning good people,
Friends until the sun turns black
got the back
'don't cry for me Argentina'
Marie's Crisis west village under
places of thunder
harmonic passion
understood
does no good
mixed when baby's crying
Answers why don't either
except in is
that is
many ones, deities, beliefs in
'only one' they say
who says, he says, they said, voodoo said
and babies bled
Preying mantis
horny in disguises
flirts along Barrow streets
kissing limbs extended
suckling lambs
Eating ddt, lead and fish
mercurial cousins of jl seagull
loosing wings in flight
taken
and in the nest,
babies cried
and cried and cried
died
poisoned with the rest without sacrifice
no mystic 'deliverances' or migrations
wasted
taken by propagation
propagating, propagating
without rest manifest
protecting borders
of gilded man
again and again and a...
Bleecker streets tell this tale
in shining lights
where
children cry in common sense
belting out familiar scents
Sing along sing alone, singing loud, sing in chorus
nature song
coo, coo, coo...
taste the foam of daring prize
looking into bloodshot eyes
in skies
where suns can turn
grasses grow, pure waters flow
mothers rest
and birds
cuckoo.
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
― Emma Lazarus
Art today posted for educational purpose, see more: http://www.businessinsider.com/nycs-coolest-street-art-to-visit-now-2016-3
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.”
~ Lewis Mumford
The porch is yours...
Comments
Northern sun's intense this morning, the sky a
palette of crimson blue; high, still clouds etching the scene in greys and purple, a canvas of splendor.
Hoping everyone has a wonderful day!
Thanks for the poetry and art
Hope to listen to music later. Other essay titles are so grim this morning, don't know that I have it in me to read them.
Have a great day all!
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Morning, Marilyn; share your feelings...
found relief this morning as the sky is dancing. Hoping a cool wind and reason rule this day at home and in DC.
Btw, i freeze squash, too. Sometimes i cut in 1/2 inch slices and drop in cornmeal, dust off and place in freezer bags; it lasts fairly long; also freeze peppers of all kinds to use in cooking later.
Have a great day and hopefully some rain for your garden!
Thanks for the cornmeal tip!
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Still at the coast, sunny and mild, but time to pack and head
home. Off to the sierras all too soon, with a ton of unloading, cleaning, restocking and reloading to do first. All the routine day-to-day stuff has to fit in there too, but temporarily free from weak & spotty wifi; then none aat all in the mountains.
Thanks for the OT and art and poetry, Smiley7. Have a wonerful day.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Morning, el; happy trails...
and in the sierras, give my regards to the purple-splotched char:
Treating myself to homemade biscuits, gravy, eggs, bacon and fresh tomatoes, yummy.
Tax Scam and Gerrymandering. There will be no Blue Wave.
[video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DRuUP288bc]
Modern education is little more than toeing the line for the capitalist pigs.
Guerrilla Liberalism won't liberate the US or the world from the iron fist of capital.
thanks, Aspie; very bad here in NC, trying to
gerrymander the courts now.
Have a good one!
Had a great discussion with my daughter this morning...
About food. Which managed to get into a discussion about Mental food.
See, my daughter loves Judo, but doesn't eat enough food. I had to explain to her that when you're doing hard work you need to eat more and better food, because otherwise you'll destroy yourself...
Which got into a discussion about Mental food, and Mental junk food. We started talking about games, entertainments, and numerous other things, and we got to the point where we were actually pointing to things in our house and contemplating about whether they were mental food or mental junk food.
There's a lot of junk food around the house. Weaning off of it is hard as hell, especially if you've been on the stuff for a long time. You find yourself craving mental Junk food tastes even in the tastiest mental food. That desire for heroic narratives, the desire for everything to be solved in an hour.
But without real mental food, you can't do the mental hard work.
I do not pretend I know what I do not know.
Morning, DMW; recall judo from college PE.
My son's the martial arts one in our family, loves the discipline.
Tough for kids to learn good nutritional skills as like us all, they are inundated with packaged food everywhere, food of conveniences.
Happy you share those special conversations with us. Food for a thoughtful day and Dad.
Hope you two have a splendid weekend!
Among websites I read, Naked Capitalism and subblog Water Cooler
— including, which is truly exceptional in online forums, the comments — stand out for their high proportion of genuine mental food and correspondingly low amount of junk (a.k.a. all those appeal-to-the-emotions empty mental calories).
This is in no small part due to Yves Smith and her JtC-like firm hand when it comes to reining in non-constructive commenters who attack or insult others.
https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/
As a kind of backhanded attestation to the good job it does, Naked Capitalism was named on that dubious PropOrNot “Russian stooge” blacklist the Washington Post was pushing.
Unlike most of the targeted sites, Yves was in a strong enough position to be able to threaten legal action and get her site removed from the list.
Background of poem, update: The century old Bohemian
piano bar Marie's Crisis on Grove street was originally named for Thomas Paine's pamphlet, "American Crisis;" his last residence.
Paine lived on the other streets mentioned in the poem as well.
I enjoyed many after show evenings there, long ago.
Cheers.