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Jorgensen: "No Censorship". 1993

You can always spot a bad critic when he starts
by discussing the poet and not the poem. --- Ezra Pound


Hey, "There are two ways of making a revolution. Put a gun in a man's hand and make him shoot or put an idea into a man's head and make him think. We prefer the latter." --- The Masses. 1911.

Me, too; however the truth my well be that . - -
"The greatest radical in any society is the man who sees all the arbitrariness of the rules and social conventions, but who has such a great scorn or disregard for the society he lives in that he embraces the wagon load of nonsense with a smile. The greatest rebel is the man who wouldn't change the society for anything in the world." --- John Barth. The End of the Road.
Well, no matter who is correct, "Don't Pay any attention to Caesar; he doesn't know where it's at." --- Vonnegut. The Cat's Cradle
Of course, Caesar might insist that you kill or die for him --a real drag-- but it would not be the first time: "You fight and die to give wealth and luxury to others; you are called the masters of the world, But there is not a foot of ground that you can call your own."
---Tiberius Graccus, to soldiers and veterans of the Roman army, 133 B.C.
That is why we study History, for the muse Clio, the patron of history knows all - or does she?
"Their history was mostly a collection of lies told to their school children for the apparent purpose of indoctrinating them with some transcendent virtue or special destiny of their particular tribe, nation, religion, or race." --- eelynlar
Maybe she just isn't talking. Perhaps one should be suspect of all women, human as well as divine, for . . . .
"An artist saddled with a woman is like a Spaniel with a tick in its ear; it itches, it draws blood, one cannot reach it, will some kindly grownup please......" --- Durrel. Clea.
So, we push on, our actions probably echoing the words of Albert Camus: "But if we believe that optimism is silly, we also know that pessimism about the action of man and his fellows is cowardly."

And having 'pushed on, we arrive at a relatively ambiguous truth about ourselves; But why not? "Man is a creature of ambiguity. His salvation and his sanity depend on his ability to harmonize the deep conflicts in his thought, his emotions, his personal mythology. Honesty and authenticity do not depend on complete freedom from contradictions -- such freedom is impossible -- but on recognizing our self-contradictions and not masking them with bad faith." --- Thomas Merton

Obviously, women, drawing upon their experiences -- particularly with men -- could arrive at the same conclusion. Hey, that's just fine. It's all the same trip. -
"As long as we all get off at the same pier." --- Lynn Langford


    The politics of a country can only be an
    extension of its ideas or human relationships --- Naipaul

    But men are so simple, and governed so much
    by their present needs, that he who wishes
    to deceive will never fail in finding willing dupes. --- Machiavelli. The Prince.

To a man whom death's wing has touched, what once seemed important is so no longer; and other things become so which once did not seem important or which he did not know existed. The layers of acquired knowledge peel away from the mind like a cosmetic and reveal, in patches,, the naked flesh beneath, the authentic being hidden there. --- Gide. The Immoralist.
I'm adescendent of a long line of social activist and social critics . . . .
long after I'm dead there'll be people doing the same kind of work that I'm doing. And my job is to my piece of it . . . . ---Paul Jacobs. 1977.

      To some a single farewell suffices.
      You who stopped a bullet
      Turning a hill on a bright Spanish morning;
      You who swam too far
      Lured by the lake's glistening smile;
      You in whom a sick rose blossomed
      But who spoke poems in a dying whisper'
      Farewell! You did well in your brief passage.
      To others I bid farewell daily.
      You love, who gave up love,
      Pressed between pages of a book
      like a dehydrated flower.
      You swan, who gave up loving
      to grow fat among kitchen dishes;
      To you I say farewell daily.
      You who turned your back on clamorous candles
      to walk down a long boulevard of silence.
      You who gave up your attics for apartments,
      who kept your jobs, who stayed out of trouble,
      farewell, farewell! each day of my existence --- Pillim

It is never a mistake to say good-bye. --- Bokonon


The madman shouted in the market place. No one stopped to answer him. Thus it was confirmed that his thesis was incontrovertible. --- Dag Hammarskjold


    Honor to those whoever in their lives
    Have set the bounds and guard Thermopylae.
    Never moving from the line of duty;
    Righteous and fair in all their actions
    With sympathy as well and with compassion;
    If they are rich, generous, and if again
    They are poor, generous in little things,
    Still helping others as much as they can;
    Always speaking the truth,
    Yet without bitterness against the liars.
    And again greater honor becomes them
    When they foresee (and many do foresee)
    That Ephialtes will be there in the end,
    And the Medes at last, they will get through. --- Cavafy

We were trying to be decent chaps, and found it jolly difficult; we oscillated between the desire of virtue and the fear of ridicule; we wished to save ourselves from the pain of remorse, but did not want to be made the contemptible dupes of our sentiment. --- Joseph Conrad
Do not break an alliance with a friend; your heart will grieve if you lose the friend in whom you can confide.

A man must be moderately wise, never too wise. The man whose mind is most free of care does not know his fate in advance.

No man is so good as to be free from all evil; nor so bad as to be worth nothing.

A coward thinks he will live forever if he avoids his enemies, but old age no man escapes even if he survives the spears. --- the Havamal

You and me, Cassandra . . . you and me. --- Chuck Jorgensen

Nor is it a new thing for man to invent an existence that he imagines to be above the rest of life; this has been his most consistent intellectual exertion down the millennia. As illusion, it has never worked out to his satisfaction in the past, any more than it does today. ---- Lewis Thomas. The Lives of the Cell.


    While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity,

      heavily thickening to empire,

    And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops

      and sighs out, and the mass hardens,

    I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make

      fruit, the fruit rots to make earth,

    Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances,

      ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.

    You making haste haste on decay; not blameworthy; life

      is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly

    A mortal splendor; meteors are not needed less than

      mountains; shine, perishing republic.

    But for my children, I would have them keep their distance

      from the thickening center; corruption

    Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the

      monster's feet there are left the mountains.

    And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man,

      a clever servant, insufferable master.

    There is a trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught

      --they say--God, when he walked the earth

    ----- Robinson Jeffers. Selected Poems.

The tree that bears the most fruit is the one under which a man is buried. -- Jose Marti
One good thing about those humans, their bodies were re-cyclable. -- e.e.lynlar