October 31: Wal-Mart Aisle

Wal-Mart Aisle
When traffic is a-beepin’, lights are slow,
The baby is a-cryin’, gas is low,
I’ll shop for clothes in trendy, low-class styles,
And walk a cart along a Wal-Mart aisle.

The men show guts that hang above their belts,
The toddlers cry and howl as ice cream melts;
Dressed in their bathrobes, mothers hunt for sweets
In cluttered racks and bins for trick or treat

On Halloween when Johnny wears a mask
And asks for candy that will rot his teeth,
When candle wax is dripping slow, and cops

Prowl for the pranksters, teenagers with flasks
Of wine, with dummies they swing underneath
The cars whose drivers hear a chilling “plop.”
~Day Williams

 

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The Lake Isle – Poem by Ezra Pound

poet Ezra Pound

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragment cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales
not too greasy,
And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn’d profession of writing,
where one needs one’s brains all the time.

 

~Ezra Pound

 

 

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)
W.B. Yeats by D.W.

Guide to Far Left Rhetoric

Guide to Rhetoric from the Far Left, esp. those who want to help their failing ratings:

If you support Trump, you’re a “white supremacist” even if you’re black.

If you criticize anyone but a white person, you’re a “racist.”

If you criticize or oppose any group the Far Left supports, you are a “hater” and your group is a “hate group.” You are also a “phobe.” For instance, if you criticize Martians, you’re a “Martian-phobe.” (Never mind that “phobe” means “fear.”) You’re probably a “hater,” too.

If you ask an extreme Leftist to engage in a rational dialogue, you are a “hater” stirring up violence and division. However, the Leftist may call anybody on the other side any name they want, without having to provide supporting evidence.

If you analyze or question what the government or a political party does or says, you are a “conspiracy theorist.” However, if the Left analyzes or questions what the government or a political party does or says, it’s super-cool.

Here’s how Media Matters tries to diss QAnon:

“Media Matters has previously documented numerous Republican officials and candidates who have ties to conspiratorial media figures and social media groups. (In some instances, local Republican officials reversed their backing after news surfaced that the candidates were pushing conspiracy theories.) In July, a Twitter account for the Hillsborough County Republican Executive Committee of Florida tweeted out (and later deleted) a video promoting QAnon.”

 

(Me, I always look out for people “who have ties to conspiratorial media figures and social media groups.” They are scarier than Frankenstein on meth with an assault rifle.)

 

And if you persist in standing up for law and order, you are a “bigot” and a “fascist.”

~Day Williams