[4796] in Central_America
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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Sun Feb 28 16:09:55 1993
Date: Sun, 28 Feb 93 16:09:35 -0500
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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aras:
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in nature.
O to be self-balanced for contingencies,
To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule,
accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and ani-
mals do.
Nothing can happen more beautiful than
death.
I loafe and invite my soul.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut
hair of graves.
Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as
lucky to die, and I know it.
I am he that walks with the tender and grow-
ing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the
night.
Press close bare-bosomed night-press close
magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds-night of the large few
stars!
Still nodding night-mad naked summer
night.
I think I could turn and live with animals,
they are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their con-
dition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep
for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their
duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented
with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, not to his kind
that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the
whole earth.
I am the man, I suffered, I was there.
Behold, I do not give lectures or a little char-
ity,
When I give I give myself.
In the faces of man and women I see God.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of
the world.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the
grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your
boot-soles.
If any thing is sacred the human body is sa-
cred.
A woman waits for me, she contains all, noth-
ing is lacking.
I hear it was charged against me that I
sought to destroy institutions,
But really I am neither for nor against insti-
tutions.
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open
road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wher-
ever I chose.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to
them.
Youth, large, lusty, loving-youth full of
grace, force, fascination,
Do you know that Old Age may come after
you with equal grace, force, fascination?
Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-
edged axes?
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Whereto answering, the sea,
Delaying not, hurrying not,
Whispered me through the night, and very
plainly before daybreak,
Lisped to me the low and delicious word
death.
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his
beams full-dazzling.
Word over all, beautiful as the sky,
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of car-
nage must in time be utterly lost,
That the hands of the sisters Death and
Night incessantly softly wash again, and
ever again, this soiled world;
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself
is dead.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed,
And the great star early drooped in the west-
ern sky in the night,
I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-
returning spring.
O sane and sacred death.
Come lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving,
arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later delicate death.
Praised be the fathomless universe,
For life and joy, and for objects and knowl-
dege curious,
And for love, sweet love-but praise! praise!
praise!
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfold-
ing death.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is
done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize
we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people
all exulting.
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Underneath all, individuals,
I swear nothing is good to me now that ig-
nores individuals.
What do you suppose with satisfy the soul,
except to walk free and own no superior?
Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a
miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
O we can wait no longer,
We too take ship O soul,
Joyous we too launch out on trackless seas,
Fearless for unknown shores.
Passage, immediate passage! the blood burns
in my veins!
Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers-haul out-shake out
every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the
ground long enough?
Have we not groveled here long enough, eat-
ing and drinking like mere brutes?
Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown re-
gion,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any
path to follow?
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortressed
house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the
keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Tenderly-be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
Camerado, this is no book,
Who touches this touches a man.
The world, the race, the soul-in space and
time the universes,
All bound as in befitting each-all surely
going somewhere.
You must not know too much, or be too
precise or scientific about birds and trees and
flowers and watercarft; a certain free margin,
and even vagueness-perhaps ignorance,
credulity-helps your enjoyment of these
things.
No really great song can ever attain full
purport till long after the death of its singer
-till it has accrued and incorporated the
many passions, many joys and sorrows, it has
itself aroused.
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autumn (Barbara C Manganis):
"No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that rock I'm clinging;
Since love is lord of heaven and earth,
how can I keep from singing?"
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eichin (Mark W. Eichin):
travel: Interop, March 10-12 (guest speaker, hospitality suite.)
Connecticut, some time soon (should have been this weekend, but went
to a funeral there earlier this week instead.)
Axis, Alabama -- some time in the next few months???
hacking:
There's now a free 6811 port of GCC -- should be fun to play with
hacking Kerberos, as usual (Linux, 386BSD ports mostly work...)
massive cross-compiler testing.
Tk/tcl/wish deck-of-cards code -- klondike game coming soon.
experiment with a one-handed keyboard typing tutor.
playing with my new ham radio...
playing:
going skiing??? me???
practicing guitar. (Practicing? hah. Haven't touched it in months.
have to *learn* first... about all I remember are the callouses :-)
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izzy (Michael Ismert):
Work like a bastard on my thesis...
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mjdaly (Mark J Daly):
Strat '92 Standings (update Feb 27 - 8pm)
St. Louis 9 3 - .750
Houston 12 8 1 .600 *
Montreal 4 3 2.5 .571
Toronto 2 4 4 .333
Seattle 0 2 4 .000
Atlanta 6 9 4.5 .400
Boston 2 6 5 .250 *
* Pending result of erect activity surrounding obscure stolen base
rules during the 9th inning with Sox holding 1-0 lead
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
Keep 'em Unconfused
Retired General William C. Westmoreland, who commanded U.S. forces in
Vietnam, said the next time America goes to war, the news media will
have to be gagged. "Without censorship," he explained, "things can get
terribly confused in the public mind."
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wlking (William L King):
To make the world a better place for all Cheerios
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