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I've only driven through. Kind of a reminder.
I'd like to believe that the reports of people wanting to turn a memorial into a political-mosh arrise merely as a way to incite. Bait total idiots to come and behave and act stupidlY? Some ranger of the park has to grab them by the arm and make them come to the park head quarters and watch a film that reproduces what Clara Barton had to deal with out on the battle field? Like they did to the Germans at the end of WWII?
Warfare for psychopaths. What is a psychopath, anyway? Someoen who'd drive to Pennsylvania and ambel through the hedges, and disrespect the locals, and the holy dead? And act like a fool at a solumn occasion and get husstled off for some confrontational training? That's not the job of those who come to pay respect. Respect is paid. Disrespect? Intentional disrespect? Do the 'protestors' at a grave have anything that they secretly desire? Some urge or force of coming to understand that this is eternity, and some of us went to glory in a horror and we remember it 154 years later because it's too awful to forget about those kinds of things. And the cliche of History: about repeating it, should I bow to that false-truth? Platitude? Platitudes with attitudes
Nope, I think it's a Snipe hunt. "Go and do the ritual and reanimate the head in the box? Is it a box or a tiny coffin? Is this a porn film or a snuff film?" By the end of the reel (if it's an old film) they directors, writers, and the producers have the audience deep inside the sewar minded young true-bee (true believer) whose gentleness of purpose sometimes lashes out into Devineesch rantings, but not of a nice kind. And this young protest has not passed the test, and certainly isn't pro. The thunderheads collect across the storied landscape. A hill, another hill, a great big field turned into battle. Our sojourner on his snip hunt is visited within his own hullcinatory world as all of the various time releases explode (?) or he falls into a Nightshade bush, somewhere in Cumberland, on his way, and he gets dosed with a potent alkoloid and he's not in his right-state-of-mind (?) but everyone would argue, and I wouldn't be inclined to disagree, we can still have the story without explaining how someone gets to be tripping-balls (trippin' ball is a technical term . . . ) enough to think that the Ghosts of Gettysberg wouldn't drag him back in time to be
that curley haired blue eyed Boston boy, whose voice was soft and strong who dies by the end of the ballad and
Narr gets back to the blue eyed girl or mother won't ever know. Just so you know I'm mangling the quote, But it's a song that Jerry played. Jerry who? really?
Ya, so, if they are scrooge-minded in their quest for holiday nonsense, because in a lot of ways, because of the Battle of Gettysberg, which was July 1 - 3, 1863, the July 4 holiday was sanctioned. It became a day for people to go and remember the very very many people, mostly boys, who were dead on that day in that place and some of whom probably, as curly haired spirits in bardo could hussle some protestors over to the park headquarters, in bardo, and give them a great big dose of Dickens. It's that Fear the Lord thing
So all of you protestors, on your way to your glory, think of all of the Spirits of the dead and what did come to make them be the way that they are. And guarding the future despite the mistakes of the past and protecting the world from the nonsense of inconcieved lame art-projects happenings in a political grave yard of the demo mockers and the constant yum of that party. So if you need to go . . . for whatever reason, go and meet the ghosts of the dead. It can be just like a 1960s time travel film only it will be real and you'll be in it. Husstling off to the park house? Or enlisted by Clara to pick up the parts? Which parts? You ask me? which parts? Not a part for an actor from Hollywood. What do you think happened there, on that field of battle?
Do you think that these are just stories? Or don't you understand that real men bled out in that field, and died?
So, ya, go visit our National Parks on one of our important Memorial holidays. Because it's not just the Declaration of Independence that happened on July Fourth, and we all ought to respect the park rules if we go to the park. And respect the holy dead.
Or go meet those Dicksonian spirits who will husstle you over to see the 'orientation film'. and you can meet Clara played by famous and used to be heart throb . . . ? Because it's just a film, right? It's a VR film and it's just a film? Right?
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Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?
What we have done What we have failed to do.
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The Message Column
The statues represent the children lead to fight for a failing cause Violence in the name of politics is political failure
Know-it-all-will-tell ya goes on about how in a healthy forest the low parts are always boggy and swampish in the wet season . . .
What is the purpose of finding? everyone ought to have an answer to this when they are looking. looking? looking for an answer? looking for an answer? what is the purpose of your answer? looking? just to find? if you don't know what you are looking for . . . then how do you know it when you find it? Obvously people know. Such confusion is merely a polemic. It's a bit. Some people fall into it. They get confused. They follow a 'cause'. Later on, those who promote such a cause dump them for rich foreigners who they bring in with great dreams of happy future and call you a racist for noticing. When there is enough for everyone why do some people still try to take it all for themselves?
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Tear down the ugly statues of your own delusions, stop the obcession with the dead past.
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12:06 PM Sept 25, 2017 Purpose and relevance. Shedding bad habits. Picking off burdock. choose your velcro. Mitigate the tildal collecting, shed the dead skin. Begin again. Somethings never change nothing need stay the same
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Poem Shards Eulogy I met him in the fog of war after he was already dead his visage in videos speaking dread and how the public is mislead. If only I could have known you before you gave up the ghost to haunt the crossing ferry off to places unknown, an undiscovered . . . virtue. A new country! A new type of people who respect the things that work that ferry churning through the fogs and mists and dank smelling out-gassings of these many foul rethorics spewed plausible no one knows who is sure? Which shore does your ferry pull up to to let out the ghost, so the story goes, the one that gets told . . . better be one that people can hear when their kids are there outside the house at the top of the stair. She can't hear that story if he is but a ghost now she knew him he was her friend and told her how he had been destroyed, remorsed, fallowed, wasted, lost abandoned on the battlefield of soul blow up your fallacies, this war needs to be taken way down inside those dark-thought places where hate channels freely destroy the hate by sending it off to unthought rhyme unspoken words unkind unthought hate. We try not to think of it, what the plausible story can be he's off on that Platsburgh ferry a shroud of fog the mists and fowl outgassings must some how be endured one last time to say good bye, come back to me come back to me you friend now gone and lost never known all hopes of how to write this story . . . his story . . . if he had asked me . . . I'd start the book: "He faked his death to escape . . ." from Unipoems She asked " If you get across can you take this to the King of Nowhere and tell him, plead to him to think of her and the way that she needs him? but he won't come home so she goes out looking for him went down to The Flatiron Building asking anyone wrote a card mailed it home. I imagine her collapsed on a bench people shuffle through she feels the lonely loss why won't he come home? I imagine her. She wrote it like that on her card. But it was all for sympathy, just an expression of her drama and she felt lost because of it and didn't know how to proceed the tricks didn't work with him he'd gotten willful, run off with a different girl who doesn't go to church. Hear the steam whistle of an approaching ferry turning to make a smooth connect. Moving back from the railing and the ropes she notes the impatience of the people at the dock and how the other women really like to talk. the crowd rushes forward have your nickel ready she gets swept along now she is way out there in the ferry out past the jetty. Ferry to Red Bank 1906 🚦 🚧 🚨 🚩 🚪 🚫 🚬 🚭 🚮 🚯 🚰 🚱 🚲 🌛 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . . 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga Her tired morning seems more like poetry than anything you can find on a blog. Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 Woof and woe🌝 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥
who da thought?thought is sequential the end of it is never flood on, river of wise neglect let the bough break let the wind blow removed the baby from that cradle long ago and took him somewhere safe. Thought is over rated when it's thought for being mean to be mean being mean what you mean when you are mean when you 'mean what you say'. Memory is overrated there is joy in the person even when they don't know who you are anymore they still love you they usually don't forget that they love you usually. It was cold that day he'd driven all the way there and plodded through the snow to face the sorrow of his loved-one who didn't remember him but thought him to be someone else as thwarted. Memory is overrated when it's hard hurt of past tragedy as if it happened yesterday from the long ago. Bill Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛
What does one do with old software books? I'm packing them into bankers boxes. I'm going to stack them against a wall. Some of them were very useful. It serves no purpose to throw these away. Some of them are still useful, though it's easier to do it on line now.
May 10, 2017
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