"There are some occasions when a man must tell half of his secret in order to conceal the rest."
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Coin Is Madaidhean-allaidh

Dogs and Wolves

Thar na sìorruidheachd, thar a sneachda, chì mi mo dhàin neo-dheachdte: chì mi lorgan an spòg a' breacadh gile shuaim hneach an t-sneachda: calg air bhoile, teanga fala, gadhair chaola 's madaidhean-allaidh, a' leum thar mullaichean nan gàradh a ' ruith fo sgàil nan craobhan fàsail, ag gabhail cumhang nan caol-ghleann, a' sireadh caisead nan gaoth-bheann: an langan gallanch a' sianail thar loman cruaidhe nan àm cianail, an comhartaich bhiothbhuan na mo chluasan an deann-ruith ag gabhail mo bhuadhan; rèis nam madadh 's nan con iargalt luath air tòrachd an fhiadhaich, troimh na coilltean gun fhiaradh, thar mullaichean anm beann gun shiarach; coin chiùine cuthaich mo bhàrdachd, madaidhean air tòir na h-àilleachd, àilleachd an anama 's an aodainn, fiadh geal thar beheann is raointean, fiadh do bhòidhche ciùine gaolaich, fiadhach gun sgur, gun fhaochadh.

Across eternity, across its snow, I see my unwritten poems: I see the spoor of their paws dappling the august whiteness of the snow: bristles raging, bloody-tongued, lean greyhounds and wolves, leaping over the dykes, running under the shade of the trees of the wilderness, taking the narrow defile of glens, making for the steepness of windy mountains; their baying yell shrieking across the hard barenesses of the terrible times, their everlasting barking in my ears, their hot onrush seizing my mind; career of wolves and eerie dogs swift in pursuit of the quarry, through the forests without veering, over the mountain tops with sheering; the mild mad dogs of my poetry, wolves in chase of loneliness, loveliness of soul and face, a white deer over hills and plains, the deer of your gentle beloved beauty, a hunt without halt, without respite.

Gaelic


"There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness."
Han Suyin

TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER...or something

July 20. Hot as time. nothing particular today.

July 21. Auful hot. big thunder shower and litening struck a tree in
front of Perry Moltons house.

July 22. Went to church. Beany let the wind out of the organ and it
squeaked and made everybody laff. Keene and Cele sing in the quire.
father feels pretty big about it.

July 23. i got stung by hornets today. i went in swiming at the eddy and
when i was drying my close i set rite down on a stump where there was a
nest of yellow bellied hornets. they all lit on me and i thought i was
afire for a minit. i ran and div rite off the bank and swam way out
under water. when i came up they were buzing round jest where i went
down. when i came out the fellers put mud on my bites and after a while
they stoped hurting. i tell you the fellers jest died laffing to see me
run and holler.

July 24. Brite and fair. i was all sweled up with hornet bites but
they dident hurt enny, i looked jest like Beany when he had the mumps.
everyone laffed at me.

July 25. i got a fishhook in my leg today. me and Fatty Melcher was
a fishing when we got our lines tangled, i hollered first cut, but i
dident have enny nife and Fatty woodent let me have his nife. So we got
jerking our lines kinder mad like and all of a suddin the hook got into
my leg. gosh you bet it hurt. me and Fatty got the hook out but it bled
some. the worst of it was there was a wirm on the hook and when we got
the hook out they wasent enny wirm there. Fatty says people sometimes
dies from having wirms in them. i bet this one has crawled way in. it
may grow inside of me. something is always hapening to me. when i got
home i went down to docter Derborns store and bought some wirm medicine
and swalowed sum. it was auful bitter. it cost 20 cents out of my cornet
money.

Henry A. Shute

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Ululatoresque.

music

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
ok let me guess,

dunno, some news channel?
playboy
coca cola doh
abc double doh
camel, cripes I'm good at this.
windows
dunno, silicon graphics?
wtf? fragile? this way up? dunno
nike
dunno, silicon graphics?
chrysler
warner bros
disney doh
haven't got a clue, silicon graphics?
intel inside doh
alfa romeo wtf?
ronald mcdonald
xerox? no, what happened there? looks like an x chromosome on the way to becoming a y chromosome.
no idea, silicon graphics?
eye bee M
general electric
wtf? we already had windows, isn't one enough?
something with bell in it
united airlines?
Shell - just a minute I'm missing some vital info here - AngloDutchAmerican??
adidas - wtf? that's as American as the Govenor of California
one of those weird tv channels, I think.
pepsi
no idea, silicon graphics?

THE AMERICAN NIGHT

For leather accrues
The miracle of the streets
The scents & songs &
pollens of existence

Shiny blackness
so totally naked she was
Totally un-hung-up

We looked around
lights now on
To see our fellow travellers

Jim Morrison

 oldviolin wrote: 
The wolf is my favorite animal.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 

DUDE!

When all is said and done,
my Father's mystery will fit me like a glove...

They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.

Shakey

 oldslabsides wrote: 
Gee, Slabby... I wouldn't think I'd hear you say that... especially not after what they just said about ferts.