By Lambert Strether of Corrente.
Since this is Labor Day, I’ll just drop this here:
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Alex says this is an “ecobean garden”; he didn’t say why the “BEACH” sign, but I wish I were on one. Anyhow, I’m using this image because putting plants in pots is more self-evidently laborious than many other forms of horticulture (especially since I’m too lazy to weed).
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I grew up with different words:
this is not my land
This is not your land
From the Wall street offices
To the Hollywood star land, etc.
We used to sing these at parties where Stalinists would sing their words — and usually got thrown out.
I also remember a different set of revised words:
This land is my land,
it’s only my land.
I’ve got a shotgun,
and you ain’t got one.
This land was made for only me.
well. one thing is for sure.
that is one beautiful song. partly because it’s only true in that part of the imagination that sometimes gets so far out in front of reality that you think it isn’t there
some of those lyrics, I mean “wow”. Just holy wow that somebody thought of them and wrote them ,down as objects of such apparent simplicity. Though as we all know. they are very far from simple.
whatever, one way or the other — Woody Guthrie was a genius the likes of which the world rarely sees,
I once saw some dancing hall sketches he did. They could have been Van Gogh drawings. That’s how good they were. He saw right through to the most essential energetic structures of the phenomenon and portrayed it with a harmony of revelatory lines and shapes that were at the level of a master. Having flailed away a bit myself at drawing from a model, I could only look at them and marvel. That’s news that stays news. That’s news that you never, ever forget. I can bring them to mind any time and look at them in my memory and they’re just like “Holy Fukking Shit”. Just like the lyrics to that song. It’s a bright mind light that shines and lets you know who you are, even if you don’t think of it like that. That’s it.
Arlo makes more sense then his dad who i recall concluding was probably pretty much a self centered prck that wasnt dependible to his family, after watching some documentary a few year back.
…This land is not my land, this land is the various taxing authorities, they let me live here as long as I payup…
Yes i know it doesnt rhyme, still working on it
happy libor day, everybody!
> Clinton Says No Email Apology: ‘What I Did Was Allowed’
Allowed by what? Certainly not common sense.
Clinton privatized her official communications, and then is deciding which to release and which not. How can that be right?
“Hillary Clinton to Show More Humor and Heart, Aides Say,” improbably claims the latest NYT headline.
This ought to go over at least as well as Newt Gingrich’s charm offensive in 1995, which exhibited the warm, personable side of his character.
In other news, the fox community has launched a ‘protecting America’s chicken houses’ initiative.
Just warms the cockles, I can see the headlines: “Laughing Grandma Fascist Gives Bootlicker Staff an Extra Day Off so She Can Bake Cookies”
Sharon Jones keeps the flame alive: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ifbleDsSsI
version 2 by The Boss
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yuc4BI5NWU
his opening monologue — 30 years ago or so
La plus ces changes . . . ?
eco bean garden is from ecobean cafe/tea house in tarpon springs…
when I have had it with humanity and think about selling everything and moving to the monastery at the top of Ithaki Island and become a monk, I meander on over to “the bean” for some spiritual refreshment and get back on the horse called life…
tarpon springs…where you are always just ten minutes from one of two beaches…and an ankle full of bites from noseeums…
i once drove 17.6 hours to get some greek food in tarpon springs. that place is one of the reasons god invented america.
sponge on!
I know that I’m preaching to the choir here, but we are never going to improve things for ordinary people at home or abroad without confronting militarism:
http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/the_real_enemy_is_within_20150906
Interesting set of charts for labor day from Zerohedge, comparing the proportion of jobs created since the financial crisis that went to foreign born vs native born workers.
Zerohedge speculates that it will add fuel to the Republican’s focus on the topic of immigration in the 2016 presidential elections.
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-09-07/698k-native-born-americans-lost-their-job-august-why-suddenly-most-important-jobs-ch
what would joe hill think…would he be crying about opportunities lost or laughing at the last days of the 1 percenters and their flexian corporate carabinieri…
the few who have even heard of joe hill today probably don’t know of his involvement with the magonista takeover of baja california (for maybe 6 months…or never, since maybe no one noticed at first)…1911 was such a long time ago…
I think he would be laughing…hot water, no more stinky horse manure to get from point a to point b…running water…not a bad life if you want to make something of it…
yes he would laugh at how the other side is in a panic…
let the merry breezes blow…
“North Korea #1 Korea!” – 10/10 North Koreans
I’m laughing now.