Saturday, 12/10/2016

Courage!


Boldy go!

ntodd

December 10, 10:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Death: How Does It Work?

It was not Death...

...for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down -
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
 
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos - crawl -
Nor Fire - for just my marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool -
 
And yet, it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine -
 
As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like Midnight, some -
 
When everything that ticked - has stopped -
And space stares - all around -
Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground -
 
But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool -
Without a Chance, or spar -
Or even a Report of Land -
To justify - Despair.

Emily Dickinson.

ntodd

December 10, 8:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Child Stars Make The Best Political Judgements

Chachi...I can understand.  But Cindy Brady?  Just don't tell me Marcia Marcia Marcia has gone over to the Dark Side.

ntodd

December 10, 7:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 12/09/2016

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field


Linus clearly ended up as a philosophy major.

ntodd

December 9, 11:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing

Paradise Lost - Book 3:

Hail holy Light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born,
Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light
Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,
Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,
Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice
Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest
The rising world of waters dark and deep,
Won from the void and formless infinite.

John Milton.

ntodd

December 9, 10:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thursday, 12/08/2016

Bohemian Symphony


An appropriate dirge for this day.

ntodd

December 8, 11:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Palmer Is The Really Lucky Man


A cancer had found him...

ntodd

December 8, 9:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

And All The Seven Are In O[r]bit


Godspeed, John Glenn, last of the first.

ntodd

December 8, 8:30 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Wednesday, 12/07/2016

You seen one Selenite, you seen them all.


It's just like daylight here at the Kennedy Space Center as the Saturn V is moving off the pad...

ntodd

December 7, 11:23 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sniffle and Sniff and Handkerchief

Scyros:

           The doctor punched my vein,
           the captain called me Cain,
upon my belly sat the sow of fear.
           With coins on either eye
           The President came by
And whispered to the lords what none could hear

Karl Shapiro.

ntodd

December 7, 10:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

What Time Is It In New York?


My watch stopped.

ntodd

December 7, 8:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Such A Nasty Woman

Political courage:

In 1916, four years before women nationwide won the right to vote, Montana’s Jeannette Rankin—the first woman elected to Congress—captured a House seat. (Montana granted women the vote in 1914.) A fighter for woman suffrage, the dedicated pacifist also was among 50 House members opposing U.S. entry into World War I.

Rankin narrowly lost a race for the Senate in 1918 but returned to the House in 1941. That December, as Pearl Harbor still smoldered from the Japanese attack, Rankin cast the sole vote against war. “As a woman I can’t go to war,” she said, “and I refuse to send anyone else.” After the vote, Rankin had to barricade herself in a phone booth until the Capitol Police escorted her to safety.

“Man-on-the-Street” interviews were not kind:

A Madison, Wisconsin, woman alluded to Ms. Rankin without mentioning her name:

"I believe that American womanhood, as a whole, feels ashamed and humiliated that our one woman representative in Congress kept the vote to declare war form being unanimous."

From "Man-on-the-Street", Madison, Wisconsin, December 9, 1941 (AFS 6367A)

Another woman from Madison said

"I certainly was burned up when Miss Rankin gave all her male colleagues an opportunity to say "just like a woman." Because there's a lot of us who haven't had sheltered lives. We've been out and met life in a hard way and we are resolute and military as our British sisters."

From "Man-on-the-Street", Madison, Wisconsin, December 9, 1941 (AFS 6367B)

But even some folks who disagreed with her were in awe:

In response to that vote, the renowned editor William Allen White wrote an editorial in the Emporia Gazette:

"Rudyard Kipling coined the phrase: 'The female of the species is more deadly than the male.' Well, look at Jeannette Rankin. Probably a hundred men in Congress would have liked to do what she did. Not one of them had the courage to do it. The Gazette entirely disagrees with the wisdom of her position. But, Lord, it was a brave thing! And its bravery someway discounted its folly.

When, in a hundred years from now, courage, sheer courage based upon moral indignation, is celebrated in this country, the name of Jeannette Rankin, who stood firm in folly for her faith, will be written in monumental bronze not for what she did but for the way she did it."

Amen.

ntodd

PS--More on Rankin in Women who Speak for Peace.

December 7, 7:34 PM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 12/06/2016

I'm finding I can fly so high above with you


It's a kind of magic.

ntodd

December 6, 11:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

It's Always Been About Consumerism

A Copywriter's Christmas:

The Twenty-fifth is imminent
And every known expedient
Designed for making Christmas pay
Is getting swiftly under way.
Observe the people swarming to
And fro, somnambulating through
The stores in search of ties and shirts
And gloves to give until it hurts.
 
They're eyeing gifts in Saks' and Hearn's 
And Macy's, not to mention Stern's,
While earnest copywriters are
Hitching their copy to the star
Of Bethlehem quite shamelessly,
For they are duty bound to see
That Peace On Earth Good Will To Men
Gets adequate results again. 

Margaret Fishback.

ntodd

December 6, 10:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

didn't you come into life naked, and won't you return naked to the earth?

Reminder: Jesus and Saint Nick were swarthy socialists.  Happy Holidays!

ntodd

December 6, 9:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Remind Me Why I Have To Be Sensitive To Trump Voters' Feelings?

I have a hard time caring about what twisted logic Trump voters use, but sometimes I really just like a good pretzel: Obama didn't end racism, so I voted for a racist with the other racists.  Yeah, that makes a fuckton of sense.  At least she's a good law-biding German without a racist bone in her body!

ntodd

December 6, 7:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

And Lo! White Santas Kinda Sorta Freed The Slaves...

Slavery is over (if you want it):

Section 1. Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.

Section 2. Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation

But wait, there's still the slavery of taxes and the social safety net, which is way worse than any physical incareration and labor that is disproportionately inflicted on certain Americans!

ntodd

December 6, 5:07 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 12/04/2016

I see a man chilling with his dog in the park


Watch out for those black Santas.

ntodd

December 4, 11:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

For absolutely nothing but joy.

The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz:

As if there could be a world
Of absolute innocence
In which we forget ourselves
 
The owners throw sticks
And half-bald tennis balls
Toward the surf
And the happy dogs leap after them
As if catapulted—
 
Black dogs, tan dogs,
Tubes of glorious muscle—
 
Pursuing pleasure
More than obedience

Alicia Ostriker.

ntodd

December 4, 9:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Giant Puppets: How Do They Work?

Indeed, it doesn't work all the time (when does any human endeavor?).  But perhaps people will find some constructive lessons from Standing Rock about direct action instead of saying "that shit only worked in the 60s"...

ntodd

December 4, 7:44 PM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 12/03/2016

The Heavens Declare The Glory Of Philip


Pants?  Where we're going, we don't need pants.

ntodd

December 3, 11:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)