Red Mosquito

The Argonaut wrote:No, one can never down and stay. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold. The world you think can 'down and stay' in is already crumbling around you. You must change, adapt, resist entropy. Rage, rage against the dying of the light

The Argonaut wrote:No, one can never down and stay. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold. The world you think can 'down and stay' in is already crumbling around you. You must change, adapt, resist entropy. Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

spike wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:No, one can never down and stay. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold. The world you think can 'down and stay' in is already crumbling around you. You must change, adapt, resist entropy. Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Does this have something to do with Zion?

tragabigzanda wrote:100% yes

spike wrote:I don’t think so. I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Chicago and the upper Midwest. Every year, I get closer to saying enough’s enough with the brutal winters.

spike wrote:I don’t think so. I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Chicago and the upper Midwest. Every year, I get closer to saying enough’s enough with the brutal winters.

Mickey wrote:Climate change lol

dad wrote:

Mickey wrote:Climate change lol

i meant to say something days ago, but last week my wife and i were up in Kansas City to see The National, and we stayed the night at her dad's house. The next morning, climate change came up--can't remember why--and my FiL mentioned moving to Thunder Bay, and i laughed and was like...i've heard that's the place to move, man.

made me think of your post about moving there.