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- Nix Panicus
- Feb 25, 2007
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Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is
nothing again
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
II
Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
In the cool of the day, having fed to sateity
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been
contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live? And that which had been contained
In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:
Because of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the Virgin in meditation,
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled
Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love
To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
It is this which recovers
My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions
Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn
In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.
Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.
There is no life in them. As I am forgotten
And would be forgotten, so I would forget
Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying
Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.
Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and shining
We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each
other,
Under a tree in the cool of day, with the blessing of sand,
Forgetting themselves and each other, united
In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye
Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.
III
At the first turning of the second stair
I turned and saw below
The same shape twisted on the banister
Under the vapour in the fetid air
Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears
The deceitul face of hope and of despair.
At the second turning of the second stair
I left them twisting, turning below;
There were no more faces and the stair was dark,
Damp, jaggèd, like an old man's mouth drivelling, beyond
repair,
Or the toothed gullet of an agèd shark.
At the first turning of the third stair
Was a slotted window bellied like the figs's fruit
And beyond the hawthorn blossom and a pasture scene
The broadbacked figure drest in blue and green
Enchanted the maytime with an antique flute.
Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,
Lilac and brown hair;
Distraction, music of the flute, stops and steps of the mind
over the third stair,
Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair
Climbing the third stair.
Lord, I am not worthy
Lord, I am not worthy
but speak the word only.
IV
Who walked between the violet and the violet
Whe walked between
The various ranks of varied green
Going in white and blue, in Mary's colour,
Talking of trivial things
In ignorance and knowledge of eternal dolour
Who moved among the others as they walked,
Who then made strong the fountains and made fresh the springs
Made cool the dry rock and made firm the sand
In blue of larkspur, blue of Mary's colour,
Sovegna vos
Here are the years that walk between, bearing
Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring
One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing
White light folded, sheathing about her, folded.
The new years walk, restoring
Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring
With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem
The time. Redeem
The unread vision in the higher dream
While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.
The silent sister veiled in white and blue
Between the yews, behind the garden god,
Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke
no word
But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the word unheard, unspoken
Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew
And after this our exile
V
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
Both in the day time and in the night time
The right time and the right place are not here
No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny
the voice
Will the veiled sister pray for
Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee,
Those who are torn on the horn between season and season,
time and time, between
Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait
In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray
For children at the gate
Who will not go away and cannot pray:
Pray for those who chose and oppose
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Will the veiled sister between the slender
Yew trees pray for those who offend her
And are terrified and cannot surrender
And affirm before the world and deny between the rocks
In the last desert before the last blue rocks
The desert in the garden the garden in the desert
Of drouth, spitting from the mouth the withered apple-seed.
O my people.
VI
Although I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn
Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty forms between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth
This is the time of tension between dying and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
Let the other yew be shaken and reply.
Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit
of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee.
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Dec 18, 2023 18:01
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- Speleothing
- May 6, 2008
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Spare batteries are pretty key.
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Dec 18, 2023 19:04
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- Weka
- May 5, 2019
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That child totally had it coming. Nobody should be able to be out at dusk except cars.
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hmm but did Jesus bring them lasagna..? heavy is the iron crown
yes but he made it out of a single gabagool
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Dec 19, 2023 11:59
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- Lib and let die
- Aug 26, 2004
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did somebody say capicola?
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Dec 24, 2023 19:04
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- Les Os
- Mar 29, 2010
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Man I wanna ride a donkey through town. Jesus was so lucky
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Dec 28, 2023 07:10
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- FirstnameLastname
- Jul 10, 2022
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got me 50 ounces out a bird in this bitch
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hmm but did Jesus bring them lasagna..? heavy is the iron crown
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Dec 28, 2023 08:16
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- VROOM VROOM
- Jun 8, 2005
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*looks at politics*
jesus christ
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Dec 28, 2023 08:18
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- mawarannahr
- May 21, 2019
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*looks at politics*
jesus christ
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Dec 28, 2023 08:40
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- Private Cumshoe
- Feb 15, 2019
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AAAAAAAGAGHAAHGGAH
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the forward party (circumcision optional)
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Dec 28, 2023 10:07
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- Fish of hemp
- Apr 1, 2011
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A friendly little mouse!
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What would Jesus do?
Probably poo poo on pharisees using some ancient judaic theology we wouldn't understand.
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Dec 28, 2023 13:13
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- Milo and POTUS
- Sep 3, 2017
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I will not shut up about the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I talk about them all the time and work them into every conversation I have. I built a shrine in my room for the yellow one who died because sadly no one noticed because she died around 9/11. Wanna see it?
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“Pay your taxes and await apocalypse” wow such a left wing hero
Jesus was a lib
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Dec 28, 2023 14:11
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- deadjb
- Aug 11, 2002
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turning to longinus; “thank you for your service.”
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Dec 28, 2023 14:33
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- Fat-Lip-Sum-41.mp3
- Nov 15, 2003
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“Pay your taxes and await apocalypse” wow such a left wing hero
Jesus wanted to abolish the Prozbul, a contract clause invented by Rabbi Hillel allowing debtors to waive their right to eventual debt cancellation during Jubilee.
He did not want to antagonize the Roman occupiers directly. His conflict was with the collaborationist Rabbinate.
"Your debts will be forgiven in the Jubilee year (about every 30 years)" morphs into "you will be saved at the apocalypse" long after his death.
Fat-Lip-Sum-41.mp3 has issued a correction as of 15:33 on Dec 28, 2023
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Dec 28, 2023 15:27
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- mawarannahr
- May 21, 2019
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I was crucified by centurions. But I never hated them. I said, 'Thank you for your service.'
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Dec 28, 2023 17:29
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- Second Hand Meat Mouth
- Sep 12, 2001
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I was crucified by centurions. But I never hated them. I said, 'Thank you for your service.'
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Dec 28, 2023 17:45
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- lobster shirt
- Jun 14, 2021
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I was crucified by centurions. But I never hated them. I said, 'Thank you for your service.'
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Dec 29, 2023 03:32
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- Ohtori Akio
- Jul 15, 2022
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I was crucified by centurions. But I never hated them. I said, 'Thank you for your service.'
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Dec 29, 2023 03:37
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- Weka
- May 5, 2019
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That child totally had it coming. Nobody should be able to be out at dusk except cars.
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Hitler: (Muttering) Jesus Christ
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Jan 2, 2024 04:27
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- War and Pieces
- Apr 24, 2022
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DID NOT VOTE FOR FETTERMAN
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Uh huh yeah sure, you only got foot baths from Mary.
Weird that the hooker you got 'foot baths' from had the same name as your mom.
Dudes rock.
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Jan 2, 2024 15:17
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- Weka
- May 5, 2019
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That child totally had it coming. Nobody should be able to be out at dusk except cars.
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jesus was a hippy bum and that's why I am too
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Jan 4, 2024 11:34
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- nudejedi
- Mar 5, 2002
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Shanghai Tippytap
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I was crucified by centurions. But I never hated them. I said, 'Thank you for your service.'
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