Which Poet Are You?
This content was originally published June 19, 2014. … This is true for people with, or without, privilege. (Almost everyone in America has some sort of privilege.) People are skeptical for a lot of reasons. They have been lied to many times. They are told things to manipulate their emotions. If you want to encourage understanding, then you should listen to what they have to say. Quit talking, and start listening. Quit using labels, and consider that it is a human being you are dealing with. …
… chamblee54 Georgia is going to poison Marcus Wellons tonight. The source of the drugs is a state secret. Noway Please tell me, chamblee, how “poisoning” a murdering animal is a bad thing? chamblee54 1- I don’t like the politically correct expression “lethal injection.” 2- Mr. Wellons is a nasty piece of work, who committed a horrible crime. He probably deserves to die. However, this is not always the case in a state sponsored, premeditated, killing. 3- The whole business of using secret drugs, from a secret source, is appalling. Three Jack Just shoot em, no chemicals needed. …
… chamblee54 Today is the 75th anniversary of the last public execution in France. On June 17, 1939, Eugen Weidmann was dispatched. The guillotine was used. The guillotine may be the most efficient, and least painful, method for executions. Unfortunately, it is rather messy. We have to pretend that we are a civilized society. There are endless appeals, and the humane seeming “lethal injection.” gcp “We like to pretend that we are a civilized society.” We have some members of our society who are quite uncivilized and have shown they can’t exist in this society which is why we have prisons …
This content was originally published June 21, 2014. … There is some talk about what the media tastefully calls drone strikes. Unmanned airplanes are piloted by remote control. The focus on a target, and fire a AGM-114 Hellfire II Missile. Often, a second strike is made, after rescuers come to the scene. When the dead are buried, there is sometimes a strike on the funeral. The Hellfire II Missile costs $40,000. The drones use lots of fuel, and require maintenance. Meanwhile, the moving lips in Washington say that no civilians are killed by these attacks. …
… “More recently, on February 8, the Times reported the BIJ’s findings that the CIA’s drone attacks in Pakistan “have repeatedly targeted rescuers who responded to the scene of a strike, as well as mourners at subsequent funerals.” But after highlighting BIJ’s report, the article then allowed a “senior American counterterrorism official, speaking on the condition of anonymity” to not just question the report’s findings, but to state: “One must wonder why an effort that has so carefully gone after terrorists who plot to kill civilians has been subjected to so much misinformation.” …
This content was originally published June 27, 2014. … I rode my bike to walmart. A bottle of liquid soap was purchased. On the way home, I noticed the bike making a strange noise when braking. When I got home, I saw a liquid puddle under the bike. The top had come off the bottle of soap, and cleaning product was everywhere. After cleaning up, and a car trip to walmart, the internet chipped in. A friend had taken a quiz, Which Poet Are You? The friend got Charles Bukowski. The friend is better looking than Mr. Bukowski. That is setting the bar low. …
… The first question is “Where do you like to write?” The third question is “What muse speaks to you?” There is a picture of a bronze Buddha, wearing a Prussian army helmet. This is a hard hat with a rhino spear rising out of the top. It is most phallic, and totally impractical in the nuclear age. The rest of the questions were stupid. You got: Edgar Allen Poe. “Your dark side is your best side. You excel at noticing the weird, the macabre, and the eerie. While others are frightened by darkness and strange, you feel … Pictures today are from Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library. The social media picture was taken May 7, 1951. Glenn Iris Supper Club · selah
Whitman Drabbles
You felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain’d and handcuff’d with iron, Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison? Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron? You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your rooms, Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself? O culpable! I acknowledge—I expose! (O admirers, praise not me—compliment not me—you make me wince, I see what you do not—I know what you do not.)
… compact truth of the world, There shall be no subject too pronounced—all works shall illustrate the divine law of indirections. What do you suppose creation is? What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior? What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but that man or woman is as good as God? And that there is no God any more divine than Yourself? And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean? And that you or any one must approach creations through such laws?
Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you. My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me, And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come. Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.
Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like; (To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, except as it results to their bodies and souls, So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked, And often to me each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself, And of each one the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the rotten excrement of maggots, And often to me those men and women pass unwittingly the true realities of life, and go toward false realities, And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more, And often to me they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules walking the dusk.)
Unfolded out of the folds of the woman man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded, Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth is to come the superbest man of the earth, Unfolded out of the friendliest woman is to come the friendliest man, Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman can a man be form’d of perfect body, Unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the poems of man, (only thence have my poems come;) Unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I love, only thence …
… can appear the strong and arrogant man I love, Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman love, only thence come the brawny embraces of the man, Unfolded out of the folds of the woman’s brain come all the folds of the man’s brain, duly obedient, Unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice is unfolded, Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy; A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity, but every of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman; First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself.
These drabbles are taken from Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman. The text used today is from The Project Gutenberg. This collection of drabbles is a birthday gift to Mr. Whitman, who graced our planet from May 31, 1819 to March 26, 1892. The poems drabbled today are found in BOOK XXIV. AUTUMN RIVULETS: You Felons on Trial in Courts, Laws for Creations, To a Common Prostitute, Thought, Unfolded out of the Folds. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Marjory Collins took the social media picture in February 1943. “New York, New York O’Reilly’s at Third Avenue and Fifty-Fourth Street, on Saturday night” … Selah
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