TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

[Wat_Tyler]

Summer Day​

By: Mary Oliver​

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

 

[VinnyVeritas]

Thanks for the reminder. I was going to run out to the store today, but who wants to deal with the crowds?

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I'ma go, but sooner. The shooping list is under construction.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

The shooping is done. It wasn't much, and it wasn't bad.

Affairs with women married to disarmed liberals may make the most sense, long-term.

I wrote this several years ago, and I think it would make a great thread, politically speaking.


Is there any other kind???

 

[Wat_Tyler]

“All things come into being by conflict of opposites.”

~ Heraclitus

A Flame Between Two Darknesses​

By: D.H. Lawrence​

There is twilight in our souls, neither light nor dark.

The light must draw itself together in purity, the dark must stand on the other hand; they must be two complete in opposition, neither one partaking of the other, but each single in its own stead…

We are balanced like a flame between the two darknesses, the darkness of the beginning and the darkness of the end.

We derive from the unknown, and we result into the unknown. But for us the beginning is not the end, for us the two are not one. It is our business to burn, pure flame, between the two unknowns.

We are to be fulfilled in the world of perfection, which is the world of pure creation. We must come into being in the transcendent otherworld of perfection, consummated in life and death both, two in one.

…We are not only creatures of light and virtue. We are also alive in corruption and death. It is necessary to balance the dark against the light if we are ever going to be free.

We must know that we, ourselves, are the living stream of seething corruption, this also, all the while, as well as the bright river of life.

We must recover our balance to be free. From our bodies comes the issue of corruption as well as the issue of creation.

We must have our being in both, our knowledge must consist in both. The veils of the old temple must be rent, for they are but screens to hide from us our own being in corruption.

… Men lack the faith and courage to keep their souls alert, kindled, and unbroken. Afterwards, there is a great smouldering of shamed life.

We have to struggle for a new glimpse of God and of Life. We have to struggle down to the heart of things, where the everlasting flame is, and kindle ourselves another beam of light.


Praises to Allah!!!

 

[Brains_N_Boobs]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Birthday, Feisty!!!


We continue to miss you all the time . . . .​

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

And Yet The Books​

By: Czeslaw Milosz​

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And, touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“We are, ” they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters. So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

 

[kucked2x]

Thanks for the reminder. I was going to run out to the store today, but who wants to deal with the crowds?

Absolutely no one.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Bought another specialty book. Meh. They last a lifetime, right, unless there's a house fire?

 

[thør]

Or a flood.....

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Listen to the sound of water. Listen to the water running through chasms and rocks. It is the minor streams that make a loud noise; the great waters flow silently.

The hollow resounds and the full is still. Foolishness is like a half-filled pot; the wise man is a lake full of water.

~ Sutta Nipata


That's what happened to the last version. Well, a leak.


Happy Tuesday!!! It's back to the grind today. I am quite fond of the regular paychecks so I reckon that I'll keep doing what it takes to keep them coming in. It's gonna be hot as fuck, but it's also supposed to be the last week of this, unless more shows up in October. Nah!!!


Coffee has appeared in my cup . . . .

 

[JohnnySavage]

1. Nice four day weekend out in the woods. Drank some Rye, ate lots of meat.

2. Yesterday had a high of 82 - hottest day of the year so far. So far, because today is supposed to be 85. Then back to more Christian temps toward the end of the week.

3. The future Mrs. Savage is heading to Florida on Thursday for a week or so. I'm wondering what I can do with my self that isn't too dangerous or immoral.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Or fattening. Wat used to like him some rye from time to time.


It's been a busy as fuck day here at work. The drywall crew might have done 35% of what they told me last week that they'd do. Not surprised, but annoyed. That's like not angry but hurt, but worse, because Wat was way grumpy. Anyway, after several phonecalls and lots of nattering, we're back on track but a few days behind where we had hoped to be. At least the inspector is happy and told me how to keep him that way, and we had feared that that might be a clusterfuck. It ain't.


Then the wheels keep trying to fall off of the project Out West. It seems like we can't ever quite get all of the information we need in one sitting. Anyway, another blindsiding came in this morning, so Wat has had to be on the phone with those folks to try to unfuck this mess. Looks like we'll get there but that we'll be losing some capacity which had been in the original business model. Plan B is now to git 'er done with what they'll allow without any further outlay and address that bit later when it can be planned again. I mean, we had all of this shit in and laid out until they changed the fucking rules.


Go figure . . . .

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Home. Gonna graze on something here as soon as I figure out what.


I trust my business partner Out West, and I like her contractor buddy, but I really don't trust his judgment. Trying to staunch the money hemorrhage. Son-of-a-bitch.


I might have to ask Johnny for a loan, in between his putting band-aids on brain t000mors.

 

[Inflation999]

It might pay to talk to a lawyer. You're not grandfathered in but your paperwork pre-dated the changes.

 

[thør]

Drove into Talkeetna on Friday evening to get a pizza. While waiting for it to cook, took a walk down main street toward the river. The Su was moving by at a quite a gait, loud, overflowing her banks, and you could watch the water encroach on the town as it was inching up the street. But the tourists were in and people were making moola, so no one cared about the rising water. Had Saturday not been a nice dry day, there might have been a different story for some to tell.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Wednesday!!! Slept decently. I think that the cats slept great. They've eaten, coffee is made, dishes washed and drain/drying, and it's quiet. Gonna be hot as Islamic Hell today.


I think that we're too far into this project to spend more money talking to the local barrister. I think we figure out how to keep the pain to a minimum and ride this pony to the finish line.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[VinnyVeritas]

I am having such a fun morning...

I love poking an ant's nest and watching them swarm mindlessly and angrily.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

You, sir, are very cruel and heartless man. Or, if you prefer, a mean and nasty bastard. Yet we remain friendly, so we can correctly wonder what that says about me . . . .


Onsite. Alone. Sent a grumblegram to the supervisor. They're done by Friday like they say and I'll buy lott'reh tickets.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Finally got bodies at 0900. Two of them. I was promised a whole week's migration. Last night. This morning. Now, 1PM. They are going to have a difficult time hanging on to our work at this rate. Odds are I have new paint-n-drywallers for the next floor.


Meanwhile, I took the company truck up to the corner and had it maintenanced. Maintenancerized. Had the oil changed.