Lea Thompson
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Celebrate
Sweat
汗を祝う
Ase o iwau
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Why rejoice in what?
How deep can the world cut?
What conquest is brought home by war?
What fantastic tributes are taken to Rome to store?
Will grace in captivity be bound as Babylon's whore?
You hardened hearts of cruelty born
are blocks or stones, worse than the senseless thorn!
How many times were you compelled
to climb the walls built to foretell
the latest rebellion quelled?
You girded towers and framed window space
with infants in your arms and the day to pace
with patient expectation to see the face
of the latest great Conqueror pass the place
when you saw the last one disappear without a trace.
Have you not made the universal shout
that made the walls tremble to the sound so stout
it made the ground feel like it would bottom out?
Run to your houses. Fall upon your knees.
Pray to end the plague of bees.
Their needs must fight the blight of trees.
The smear campaign is misdirection.
It is a nebulous nobody with no information.
It's a ganglion of neurotic imitations.
Compose each letter in its turn
joined by conflicts you can't help but burn.
This word never existed with a sense anybody can learn.
The confused refuses to suffer for the sins his father refused to commit.
He sits and dreams about twiddling the toes of something worse in which to sit
as a boy-girl of an average pulchritude haunted by the phantoms of his female wit.
Whom has he never seen but composed for himself?
Has he got the breasts of Augustina with the brains of Izabel,
the arms of Venus de Milo with the motherliness of Annabelle
in the eyes of Evelyn where under the brow of Frances dwelt
the knowledge of Helen with the fragrance of which Rose smelt?
This he desires, but despises to say.
The crab moves side to side or backs away.
Either he is not fit for this world
or his flag is not fit for him to unfurl.
There is neither interval nor reward.
What can the pain of development afford?
They lured him with promises
that slipped sideways with ominous losses
into the smeltering swelter of the melting-pot
of vices fated for melting again into naught
unless he can unravel the Gordian knot.
He is not out of it.
He just slipped from the slippery rock to the pit.
Not a yard, an inch or a baited breadth
has the strength or length
for chance to bend.
Luck is not blind. It's unbelievably conceivable
but impossible to predict as retrievable
without the fear of the prearranged perceivable.
We call it blind because we prefer to shut our own eyes
as the crab crawls away from the campaign of lies.
Fire roars past chalk white teeth
with origins from the depth of deep
in the height of the darkest sleep
within the length of the heart's beat.
A crown of horns sits upon his head
made from the bones of the dead
from other dragons he has bred.
Now his own bones groan.
His mind is as slow as his moan.
He lets his head fall down.
His legs are entwined in the flora that is found
to drag him deeper into the ground.
He raises his noble head to sigh
the saddest of the sadness that within him lies
as human eyes try not to cry
while they watch the last dragon die.
He was a mean old cuss,
but there were times that he acted for us.
His scent lingers on
as the form of a flower that has gone
to the glory of a world framed by change
arriving at the side of the mountain range
as the stage for evanescent existence that will not drift away as strange
though intoxicated by the world of shallow dreams arranged as deranged.
Defense of goodness is beauty. Beauty is her prize.
She walks in cloudless climbs to starry skies.
The gaudy day denies the sight
to the particulars of light at night.
All that’s best of dark and bright
are mellowed in her tender sight.
Her eyes meet her aspect in the shine.
One shade more or less in the design
doesn't impair the grace in the curve of lines
that wave in every tress that frames her mind.
Her soft smile lightens the place
where thoughts serenely express grace
as the location for their dwelling-place
in the sweet healthy glow of her face.
The expression of the face accounts for an amount,
but a well made body extends beyond that count.
It is in the joints of her hips and wrists
that expression finds attention in her walk and twists.
The carriage of what she carries
shows the fragrant faith that she ferries.
The flex of her waist and knees
says that lifting strength lies within these.
Her dress does not hide her from the world.
It spins as she dances with twirls that spread her curls.
The strong fresh quality of soft clean cotton
is affirmed anew though it had been forgotten.
The meaning of her movement
is the blooming of woman.
The innocent sprawl of the babe by her bosom
tells the woman that she's human.
The folds and style of dress as we pass in the street
form the contour and content for those we meet.
The swimmer nearly naked in the swimming pool
seen swimming through the transparent shine of cool
lies face up, down or rolling with play as the school
that is the pool silently states that floating is the rule.
The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats,
the horseman in his saddle, add rhythm to our chronos.
Girls, women, mothers, wives, daughters, sisters and friends in their respective roles
perform in an enormous chorus for us with their selective or elective goals and tolls.
The group of laborers seated at noon with lunch to eat in their break from labor
have wives, girlfriends and the future to savor along with the flavor of nature.
The female soothing a child, the daughter in the garden or house,
the young man hoeing his row, the bus driver driving past the crowd espoused,
the wrestle of wrestlers, the play of boys out on the vacant lot with the field mouse,
the graduation caps thrown up to embrace love and resistance past the slaughterhouse,
the sweat and grime of the miner's in the mine outside of town,
the upper and under-hold, the march of police and firemen in their uniforms,
the play of muscle shown as toned through clean-setting pants and jackets worn,
the slow return from the fire or disturbance, the pause when the alarm is born
again, then the listening on the alert for reforms to norms
consumed by worms that turn to bore,
the natural, perfect, varied attitudes of the eclectic body electric with the head bent
and the curved neck counting time without rhyme but to rhythm lent
are loved by me. I loosen myself and pass freely by the summer pitched tent.
I am at the breast of beauty to savor the lunch of labor, to swim with the swimmers,
wrestle with wrestlers, mine with the miners, march in line as light shimmers
and shines off the plane of reflected glimmer. Then I pause, listen and count as a winner.
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
present a mind at peace with what is known as shown, but tells of days in goodness spent
with a heart whose love is innocent!
The dance of herons fight for fun
framed by the beauty of the setting sun.
The soup sits on the table in a pot
just waiting for the ladle to serve it hot.
Weigh the weight of day in the sun's rays.
Praise that which saves your life for the goodness of the way.
Let the design of the divine be divined as blessed.
Let people join together in the test to find the best.
The earth turns to face the burn.
Let this lesson about gravity be learned.
Our planet is one of many.
It is the one we know to have life with plenty.
It orbits around the sun as the center
in the system that allowed us to enter.
Warmth and moisture gave rise to life.
Food and water decrease our strife.
The sun shines bright above the nations.
Leadership helps define our stations.
Who is like the light from on high?
Let this lead direct the reason why.
Wind causes the dust to rise.
The poor give ground to consider size.
A hand out denies the importance of labor.
The management of work is ours to savor.
The elements give something to arrange.
We can cause the world to change.
The past provides one view of time.
It gives us precedence to refine.
The present is a fertile womb.
Sweat anoints the groom assumed.
Do not let your hands grow weak.
The peace of Christ is a cause for speech.
Blessed are you among the best.
Let justice be the quest you press.
Benefit functions for the good.
Do what you can as you should.
113 Laudate, pueri
1 Hallelujah!
Give praise, you servants of the Lord; *
praise the Name of the Lord.
2 Let the Name of the Lord be blessed, *
from this time forth for evermore.
3 From the rising of the sun to its going down *
let the Name of the Lord be praised.
4 The Lord is high above all nations, *
and his glory above the heavens.
5 Who is like the Lord our God, who sits enthroned on high, *
but stoops to behold the heavens and the earth?
6 He takes up the weak out of the dust *
and lifts up the poor from the ashes.
7 He sets them with the princes, *
with the princes of his people.
8 He makes the woman of a childless house *
to be a joyful mother of children.
Zeph.3:16
do not let your hands grow weak.
Col. 3:15
let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in the one body. And be thankful.
Luke 1:48
he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant.
Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed
Visitation
Elizabeth greeted Mary with the words, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb." Mary burst forth with the song of praise which we call the Magnificat.
5.31.18
Moon and Saturn
waning gibbous
Mars, Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, Moon
Venus in M44 Behive Cluster in Cancer
Mercury
Grk. manger in which two donkeys are eating
Chns. demon riding in a carriage; cummulative corpses
Walt Whitman 5.31.1819, Huntington, New York
沃尔特惠特曼
沃 Wo fertile lo 尔特 tranquility
尔 er that 特惠特曼 special privileges
特 te special toku special 特惠 preference
惠 Hui benefit megumi wisdom
特 te special toku special
曼 man man wide, beautiful
Huntington is on the north shore of Long Island. It was populated largely by English settlers during the time of the New Amsterdam colony. The town voted in 1660 to become part of Connecticut rather than remain under the authority of the Dutch. It was not until the British gained control of New Amsterdam in 1664 that Huntington became part of the jurisdiction of New York.
British troops used Huntington as their headquarters following the Battle of Long Island during the American Revolutionary War. They remained encamped there until the end of the war.
Lea Thompson 5.31.61, Rochester, Minnesota
Back to the Future
リー・トンプソン
Rī Tonpuson
利汤普森
利 Li to benefit ri interest 利汤普 profitable
汤 Tang soup hot water 利汤 profit
普 pu popular shin common
森 sen forest mori woods
Dr. William W. Mayo arrived as the examining surgeon for Union draftees in the Civil War in 1863.
Colin Farrell 5.31.76, Dublin, Ireland
News
Ellen's Burning Questions
コリンファレル
Korinfareru
科林法雷尔
科 Ke section ka department 科林法 forestry act
林 lin forest hayashi forest 科林 forestry
法 Fa law ho law
雷 lei mine kamanari thunder
尔 er that, those
The Dubhlinn was a small lake used to moor ships. The Poddle connected the lake with the Liffey. This lake was covered during the early 18th century as the city grew. The Dubhlinn lay where the Castle Garden is now located.
Kana Nakanishi, 6.4.97, Osaka, Japan
Pics
HelloProject: AngerMe
中西香菜
中 zhong in Naka chu during 香菜 aroma
西 xi west nishi nishi west 中西 midwest
香 xiang fragrant Ka kaori incense
菜 cai dish na na greens
Jōdo Shinshū Buddhists established their headquarters in the heavily fortified Ishiyama Hongan-ji in 1496. It was located directly on the site of the old Naniwa Imperial Palace. Oda Nobunaga began a decade-long siege campaign on the temple in 1570. The campaign resulted in the surrender of the monks and the subsequent razing of the temple. Toyotomi Hideyoshi constructed Osaka Castle in its place in 1583.
