Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Jeb Bush's America

America's Jeb Bush

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  1. recently at a different blog i saw quoted the following passage from a book about human evolution, published and read by me while i was in high school

    “But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.”
    ― Robert Ardrey, African Genesis (1961)

    in what sense, if any, is it true that we are "known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses"?

    one such poem might be "behind the green door" by james tate


    tate's title references a 1956 popular song, and, arguably, a film starring marilyn chambers - one can wonder why

  2. 1) the book was published while i was in high school
    it was read by me while i was in high school

    it was not, however, "published by me", and i regret the awkwardness of phrasing that might lead to such a conclusion

    2) another poem - not by tate, however

    Midway in my life's trip through a dark wood

    Archaic myths of heaven and of hell
    that slept beneath the surface of my mind
    awoke and filled my days - this earthly shell
    was just one phase in Yahweh's Grand Design -
    The Son of God, I STOOD AT CENTER STAGE!!!

    With Haldol and/or time I came back down,
    put limits on my ecstasy and rage,
    and moved from outer space back into town.
    The Son of God no more, but just a man
    like any other man, I'm back on earth.
    The world won't end - just my alotted span.
    It's up to me to make it what it's worth.
    There's mud beneath my feet, and stars above -
    I'm here to lessen fear and foster love.


Please feel free to thrill all humankind with the brilliance and importance of You. And forgo all civility (especially the passive-aggressive sort, aggression masquerading as mildness) . . . you are, after all, anonymous.

But, consider: Dogs have short attention spans, don't tolerate bullies, and we're notoriously thin-skinned -- so make sense, be brief, and play nice, or I'll bite you and pee on your leg. Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark.