Citron, pomegranate, Apricot, and peach, Flutter of apple-blows Whiter than the snow, Filling the silence With their leafy speech, Budding and blooming Down row after row.
Breaths of blown spices, Which the meadows yield, Blossoms broad-petaled, Starry buds and small; Gold of the hill-sides, Purple of the field, Waft to my nostrils Their fragrance, one and all.
Birds in the tree-tops, Birds that fill the air, Trilling, piping, singing, In their merry moods, — Gold wing and brown wing, Flitting here and here, To the coo and chirrup Of their downy broods.
What grace has summer Better that can suit? What gift can autumn Bring us more to please? Red of blown roses, Mellow tints of fruit, Never can be fairer, Sweeter than are these.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 17, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.
There is a link within: Laugh Out Loud ~ Hurricane Season May Not Be Over Yet for Florida, (I’m not laughing because Scottie, Ron, and likely readers are in FL, but this is some info for preparation.) The linked page uses Accuweather, who I personally disdain because when they’re timely is when they borrow the info from the National Weather Service, in this case, here. This is no disparagement of Ten Bears, who gives superlative information, especially on the subject of climate, environment, and weather. Anyway, because it’s about FL, there are those links, and below is the blog entry, which is its usual excellence. Recall I mentioned a while back that many links are “Easter eggs”; there are some of those within.
On the plains and in the vales of Oklahoma, Grew a flower of the Tyrian hue, The color that is loved by the Redman, That tells him light and life, And love are true.
Long ago it flamed in beauty on the prairies, Lighting reaching vistas with its glow; Ere advent of the whiteman and his fences, Told the care-free, roving hunter He must go.
The throng, the herd, and greed have madly trampled Prairie, woodland, valley, and the height; Crushed the feath’ry flower and rudely blighted Its pride and life and beauty, And its light.
Today ’tis found in silent glades and meadows Where by twos and threes it greets the May. Like the scattered braves who loved its color, It has passed, been trodden out Along the way.
As the oriflamme it flaunted through past ages Went to gladden the fairness of the earth; So the greatness of the Indian will linger In the land that loves them both And gave them birth.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 10, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.
From Mabry: This guy is suffering from sliding bicep syndrome, plus his forearm seems to be stolen from a 7 foot tall basketball player. And then there’s the nipple that’s trying to leave the scene altogether.
He also looks like one of the Property Brothers.
Sarah: Ok the proportions and perspective here are really weird to the point I feel like I should give everyone a warning. Like, uncanny valley vaguely nauseous proportions.
The ARM. the size of the head! his neck! I’m queasy now.
Lara: They must have used a funhouse mirror filter of some kind.
Sarah: Did he get stung by something?
From Jen: Awkward wolf placement. Is he a wolf shifter? Or is he banging this wolf? The wolf appears to be complaining about the dude behind him.
Lara: Oh that is some champion poor placement! Worst/best I’ve seen!
Sarah: Please stop making covers where it looks like some indifferent dude is about to hump an animal.
Amanda: Isn’t the saying, “In this world, nothing is certain except death and taxes and bad animal placement on shifter romance covers”?
From Susan: Blow it up for best effect. Lots here to play with.
Sarah: Wood.
Elyse: WHAT COULD ALL THE WOOD REPRESENT.
Sarah: Honestly I have no idea. What could it be?
From lils: Well “something” is burning! Is it love or an effect of the mess hall?
Sarah: This is a visual representation of what some of my headaches feel like!
Amanda: What in the J.J. Abrams is with all the lens flare?
if we all click our heels together three times, everything will be okay Read on Substack (Language NSFW, as always with Jeff Tiedrich’s writing)
the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled media utterly failed us during the 2024 campaign season.
New York Times executive editor Joe Kahn came right out and said it: defending democracy is a ‘partisan act,’ and we won’t do it — and, fuck us all, the press kept their word, and didn’t do it. they enthusiastically put their fingers on the scale for Donny Convict.
arguably, the media’s worst transgression was the sanewashing — the cleaning-up of Donny’s incomprehensible blitherings, to hide his obvious cognitive disintegration and make him sound coherent.
a minutes-long disjointed word-salad about how tariffs on Chinese goods were going to lower the cost of childcare became “a major economic speech.”
Donny’s inability to keep his increasingly-demented mind on the topic at hand — his crazypants pinballing from they’re eating the dawgs to Hannibal Lecter wants to have you for dinner to would you rather be eaten by a shark or electrocuted — was explained away by Donny as his brilliant “weave.”
[Wishcasting is] the act of interpreting information or a situation in a way that casts it as favorable or desired, despite the fact that there is no evidence for such a conclusion; a wishful forecast.
sure enough, the media has now gone into overdrive, churning out piece after piece in which they promise us that if we all click our heels together three times, everything will be okay.
not twelve hours after the election had been called for Donny, the Times wasted no time in assuring us that the election of a vindictive fascist is an amazing opportunity for vindictive fascism not to happen.
what kind of magical, everybody-gets-a-pony thinking is this? just fucking stop it.
did Ezra Klein and Ross Douthat both experience some kind of recent head trauma that has caused them to forget the years 2017 through 2020? Donny’s first presidency was a dumpster fire of corruption, mismanagement and mass death — but somehow now, given a second chance to fuck shit up worse, Donny’s going to bring us an “American renewal”?
anything’s possible, right? overnight, Donny Convict could magically become a wise and fair statesman — also, technicolor pigs could fly out of my ass.
oh my god, the media never stops imagining that Donny is going to somehow become presidential. during his first term — over and over — every time Donny stopped short of taking out his dick and pissing on the floor, the press would fall all the fuck over itself in a mad dash to proclaim him presidential.
spoiler alert: Donny never became presidential. not from the the first time he threw a ketchup-hurling tantrum in the White House, to the moment he absconded back to his Florida golf motel, taking with him boxes of stolen classified documents.
the premise here is that if we’re respectful to Donny — if we fucking kowtow to him, and stop opposing him — he’ll be nice to us in return. he’ll become — dare I say it? — presidential.
Stop indulging the fantasy that outrage, social stigma, language policing, a special counsel, the Twenty-Fifth Amendment, or impeachment will disappear him. And stop talking as if normal political opposition is capitulation.
Everyone should normalize Trump. If he does something good, praise him. Trump is remarkably susceptible to flattery.
okay, I will grant that Newsweek may be half right. Lisa Murkowski seems to genuinely loathe Donny, and we can probably count on her to vote against the worst of his fuckery — but Susan Collins? the credulous naïf who assured us over and over again that Donny had learned his lesson, and would never transgress again?
now, let’s bask under some rays of hope from people who aren’t just blindly wishcasting, but are actually offering reasoned arguments.
in the middle of a fairly clear-eyed assessment of the Trumpian horrors to come, the Guardian gives us this:
Elaine Kamarck, a former official in the Bill Clinton administration, said: “For him to expand presidential power, Congress has to give up power and they’re not in the mood to do that. They’ve never done that. There are plenty of institutionalists in Congress.”
Kamarck also expressed faith in the federal courts, noting that judges appointed by Trump only constitute 11% of the total placed on the bench by former presidents. A Trump dictatorship is “not going to happen,” she added. “Now, there might be things that the president wants to do that people don’t like that the Republican Congress goes along with him on but that’s politics. That’s not a dictatorship.”
Paradoxically, however, Trump’s reckless venality is a reason for hope. Trump has the soul of a fascist but the mind of a disordered child. He will likely be surrounded by terrible but incompetent people. All of them can be beaten: in court, in Congress, in statehouses around the nation, and in the public arena. America is a federal republic, and the states—at least those in the union that will still care about democracy—have ways to protect their citizens from a rogue president. Nothing is inevitable, and democracy will not fall overnight.
Americans cannot vote themselves into a dictatorship any more than you as an individual can sell yourself into slavery. The restraints of the Constitution protect the American people from the unscrupulous designs of whatever lawless people might take the reins of their government, and that does not change simply because Trump believes that those restraints need not be respected by him. The Constitution does not allow a president to be a “dictator on day one,” or on any other day. The presidency will give Trump and his cronies the power to do many awful things. But that power does not make them moral or correct.
I sure hope to fuck they’re right.
This is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means disengaging with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
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