Friday, August 5, 2022

The Flag Snaps in the Glare and Silence of the Unbroken Ice

Latest flag, I got Doctor Servin ears, people vouch
I want to talk baseball I want to paint I want to write in tablet, what year is this?

The animal worlds that lie beyond our perceptions
They take the cracker in Cracker Barrel literally as a promise (and considering Cracker Barrel's cracker history, a broken promise)
No one, of course, will pass a law requiring crackers to stop eating dead animals and eat Beyond Meat, the issue is that *you* can eat Beyond Meat, this is the cracker moral algorithm
Climate change muting nature's symphony
The boss will see you now: surveilling workers
Surveilling home: Amazon and igspay
How capitalism destroyed the internet
I stopped painting on gridded notebook paper and started painting on watercolor paper and gridding it of sorts myself, and I have officially benched fountain pens and inks, both until I remember everything I forgot about watercolor and wash and color, I wrote first in tablet when I could have typed it here first, both were open
A united labor movement can stop the Far Right?
The Democratic Party exists to stop a united labor movement, yo
The US Military Was Just Used To Help A Dementia Patient Try To Start WW3
The provoking and the provokedCrabby pedants
Both can be true: I've witnessed what ruthless assholes the Lerners are, Mocos, tell them about White Flint if they need a vouch, and no doubt 9/10ths of the $443M in the "contract offer" due in 2045 dollars AND the Lerners could have offered Juan Soto $443M in TODAY'S dollars in all good faith and Juan Soto was never going to sign a long-term contract
Red posted for the first time since 2019, this is why I keep cemetery blogrolls!
UnknowableWhy we need to study nothing
I do not understand mixing blue and never have, gotta fix, my theory I see more blues than all other colors combined and if I had a kit it'd be indigo shirt, palest blue shots, indigo socks, AND I'D NEVER MIX THE ONE I WANT (L says I can't in watercolor, stop trying) I'm useless with blue, gonna work on that, something in Soto's trade and Vin Scully dying (Jon Miller doing Vin Scully on hometown Os radio) and remembering years I spent nights in Memorial Stadium's upper right deck knocked some Baltimore baseball memories loose, I wrote this table and typed and edited here and it didn't kill me, Jeff
Poets complaining about writing poetry
Elizabeth Hardwich in (Machias) Maine
Brief literary conversation with two dead friends
Rukeyser: raging for the world that is
New EnoSemiotics of DogsSorokin's Telluria


Randall Jarrell

At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.

There in the childish night my companions lay frozen,
The stiff furs knocked at my starveling throat,
And I gave my great sigh: the flakes came huddling,
Were they really my end? In the darkness I turned to my rest.

—Here, the flag snaps in the glare and silence
Of the unbroken ice. I stand here,
The dogs bark, my beard is black, and I stare
At the North Pole . . .
                                        And now what? Why, go back.

Turn as I please, my step is to the south.
The world—my world spins on this final point
Of cold and wretchedness: all lines, all winds
End in this whirlpool I at last discover.

And it is meaningless. In the child's bed
After the night's voyage, in that warm world
Where people work and suffer for the end
That crowns the pain—in that Cloud-Cuckoo-Land

I reached my North and it had meaning.
Here at the actual pole of my existence,
Where all that I have done is meaningless,
Where I die or live by accident alone—

Where, living or dying, I am still alone;
Here where North, the night, the berg of death
Crowd me out of the ignorant darkness,
I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from the darkness—that the darkness flung me—
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness 
And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

1 comment:

  1. randall jarrell poem triggers for me memories of oh canada lyrics

    the several-verse version below - which i found this morning - has been gender-inclusivized more recently by changing "all thy sons" to "all of us"

    wikipedia tells us

    "O Canada" (French: Ô Canada) is the national anthem of Canada. The song was originally commissioned by Lieutenant Governor of Quebec Théodore Robitaille for the 1880 Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day ceremony; Calixa Lavallée composed the music, after which, words were written by the poet and judge Sir Adolphe-Basile Routhier. The original lyrics were in French; an English translation was published in 1906. Multiple English versions ensued, with Robert Stanley Weir's version in 1908 gaining the most popularity, eventually serving as the basis for the official lyrics enacted by Parliament. Weir's lyrics have been revised three times, most recently when An Act to amend the National Anthem Act (gender) was enacted in 2018.[2] The French lyrics remain unaltered. "O Canada" had served as a de facto national anthem since 1939, officially becoming the country's national anthem in 1980 when Canada's National Anthem Act received royal assent and became effective on July 1 as part of that year's Dominion Day (today's Canada Day) celebrations.

    i have a canadian passport and hope to use it someday

    O Canada! our home and native land!
    True patriot-love in all thy sons command.
    With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
    The True North strong and free!
    And stand on guard, O Canada,
    We stand on guard for thee.

    O Canada, glorious and free!
    O Canada, we stand on guard, we stand on guard for thee.
    O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

    O Canada! where pines and maples grow,
    Great prairies spread, and lordly rivers flow.
    How dear to us thy broad domain,
    From East to Western sea.
    The land of hope for all who toil,
    The True North strong and free!

    O Canada, glorious and free!
    O Canada, we stand on guard, we stand on guard for thee.
    O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

    O Canada! beneath our shining skies,
    May stalwart sons, and gentle maidens rise.
    To keep thee steadfast through the years,
    From east to western sea,
    Our own beloved native land,
    Our true north strong and free!

    O Canada, glorious and free!
    O Canada, we stand on guard, we stand on guard for thee.
    O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

    Ruler Supreme! who hearest humble prayer,
    Hold thy Dominion in thy loving care;
    Help us to find, Oh God, in thee,
    A lasting rich reward.
    As waiting for the Better Day,
    We ever stand on guard.

    O Canada, Glorious and free! Amen