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 provoked					Crabby 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!
Unknowable			Why 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 Eno		Semiotics of Dogs				Sorokin's Telluria

90 NORTH

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.