He found it strange at ﬁrst.
Gone—that shadowy assembly—vanished, done.Gone without substance. Like himself. A shell.Insensate in a ﬂash. (What was that ﬂash—bereft of all but essence?) Was it death?He wondered about the word, so ﬁlled with breathyet breathless, breathless, breathless. A full stop.“Divino Espirito Santo,” he had saidonce in Brazil, “Soul of my very soul.”He’d prayed in Portuguese, an easier tongue—for newly agnostic Anglos—than his own,burdened with shibboleths and past beliefs.“Alma de minha alma”—liquid wordsthat made a calm within him. Where within?Was there a word for it? Was it his heart?
P. K. Page.
Dr Rocket Twofer:
Republican presidential candidate Dr. Ben Carson said in an interview that aired Sunday that Thomas Jefferson wrote the Constitution. But in reality, the founding father was the lead author of the Declaration of Independence.
It's not the first time Carson has gotten United States history wrong. As The Wall Street Journal previously flagged, Carson erroneously said the founding fathers had "no elected office experience."
Yes, I've long been interested in separating Carson's conjoined twins of fact and fiction. But he's not alone in conflating the Declaration with our Constitution, nor in suggesting our Founders lacked experience.
Freedom Of Speech Isn't Free
Oh, Dr Rocket Surgeon:
After a brief moment near the top of the Republican field, Ben Carson’s numbers have been on the decline. Clearly feeling the pressure to say something crazy enough to outdo professional lunatic Donald Trump, Carson just went full-fascist. And you never go full-fascist.
Having already admitted that he likes the idea of keeping American Muslims (and foreigners) in databases to be watched, Carson seems to be warming to expanding that surveillance to other groups he doesn’t like. At a rally in Columbia, South Carolina, Carson dropped the bombshell that he believes any “anti-American” group should be monitored.
“What I have said is that I would be in favor of monitoring a mosque or any church or any organization or any school or any press corps where there was a lot of radicalization and things that were anti-American.”
As recently as October, Carson was suggesting that there needs to be a ban on “liberal” speech on college campuses.
“I actually have something I would use the Department of Education to do,” Carson remarked. “It would be to monitor our institutions of higher education for extreme political bias and deny federal funding if it exists.”
His own supporters told him that was dangerously close to censorship, so he assured them that he didn’t mean right-wing speech, he was talking about liberalism.
Don't forget to monitor Quakers. Those fucking Quakers. Anyway, brings to mind Milton's Areopagitica, published on this date in 1644:
We can grow ignorant again, brutish, formal and slavish...Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Free to know what Dr Carson thinks he knows...
I'd Be A Shitty Landlord
"I grant you ample leave
To use the hoary formula 'I am'
Naming the emptiness where thought is not;
But fill the void with definition, 'I'
Will be no more a datum than the words
You link false inference with, the 'Since' & 'so'
That, true or not, make up the atom-whirl.
Resolve your 'Ego', it is all one web
With vibrant ether clotted into worlds:
Your subject, self, or self-assertive 'I'
Turns nought but object, melts to molecules,
Is stripped from naked Being with the rest
Of those rag-garments named the Universe.
Or if, in strife to keep your 'Ego' strong
You make it weaver of the etherial light,
Space, motion, solids & the dream of Time —
Why, still 'tis Being looking from the dark,
The core, the centre of your consciousness,
That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain,
What are they but a shifting otherness,
Phantasmal flux of moments? —"
he left it no doubt
Happy Birthday, Portia
Abigail Adams yet lives politics, as do we all...
Grand Pas de Deux
time continued as it coiled, on hold
And fleetingly it seemed to himThat in between one eye blink and the nextTime paused, allowing time to be installedWithin that countless interim,Coiled up, on hold,A memory predicted and recalled.Now, that weak muscle flexed,All that contained him started to unfoldIn front of him, a moving bookIn three dimensions he could wander through,At will, at any point, now, since, before,To feel, to listen and to look—A house, or suiteOf rooms around a circling corridor,And waiting there, he knew,Were all the peopled days he’d not repeat.Slowly he stretched his hand to openThe first door on his right. Why, this was easy:Christmas when he was seven, and his auntPlaying a polonaise by Chopin,Badly. “Lenore,We know you think you can, dear, but you can’t.”And he was resting, queasyFrom too much pudding. Now, another door...
The Palace Is Puzzled
After a series of unexpected and devastating attacks, counterterrorism officials believe that it’s getting harder to track ISIS because they “go dark” through the use of encryption messaging and apps.
Yes, I'm sure the NSA has absolutely no ability to decrypt messages because Obama gutted their supercomputer budget. So be very afraid, citizen, and don't worry about the snooping on our own territory...
No, my new gig hasn't made me self-conscious at all...
Before Chris Christie Could Castigate Teachers For Not Open Carrying
Be it enacted by the Council and General Assembly of this State, and it is hereby enacted by the authority of the same, That the following Articles, proposed by Congress, in addition to, and amendment of, the Constitution of the United States,
[Here follow, verbatim, the first, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth Articles of the said Amendments proposed by Congress to the Legislatures of the several States.]
Be, and the same are hereby, ratified and adopted by the State of New Jersey.
And to think it only took two more years to codify the Right To Keep And Bear Arms, after which tyranny was finally held at bay forever and always...
Every Sadie Wants To Rule The World
"Daddy! I missed you today!"
At dropoff, Sadie was so excited that she was line leader on the Job Chart. Screaming and jumping, she ran over to Mrs H, "I'M LINE LEADER! YAY! I'M LINE LEADER!"
Me: Yes, and next you'll rule the world.
Mrs H: I have no doubt! Right, Sadie?
Sadie: Yup. Bye Daddy, see you later!
Thus I was dismissed.
At least she was excited to see me at pickup.
That may have been a small one for Neil...
Dedicated To Mr Missing Four Teeth Boy
Dear Toth Farry, Plees Giv MeA Bag of Moany. I pore over the shards,a skeleton-lover—but who could throw outthese short pints of osseus breastmilk,or the wisdom, with its charnel underside,and its dome, smooth and experienced,ground in anger, rinsed in silverwhen the mouth waters. From above, its knurlsare a cusp-ring of mountain topsaround an amber crevasse, where in highsummer the summit wildflowers openfor a day—Crown Buttercup, Alpine Flames,Shooting-Star, Rosy Fairy Lantern,Cream Sacs, Sugar Scoop.
Thank G-d Men Finally Get A Day Of Recognition
No, seriously. But let's do blame the feminazis. They're awful.
Ericka went to Sadie's first parent-teacher conference today!
So naturally they had a photo shoot by the school shed.
I kinda can't wait until she loses those dangerous baby teeth.
Jesus Would Hunt Syrian Refugees For Sport, Also, Too
The darkness drops again but now I know
Nothing to ponder. This is the plight.
All of us smell of heat all the time.We are the living. Oh dear!There are the dead ones there.Their thoughts more familiar, though.Lives finished, nearly clear.And they make it possible for us to go on livingas we do in their blue shade.
But We Won't Take The Slavs
America Has Always Welcomed Newcomers
Shuttles in the rocking loom of history,the dark ships move, the dark ships move,their bright ironical nameslike jests of kindness on a murderer’s mouth;plough through thrashing glister towardfata morgana’s lucent melting shore,weave toward New World littorals that aremirage and myth and actual shore.Voyage through death,voyage whose chartings are unlove.
Brave New World
We monks of the dystopia cast our magic by candlelight.