“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
... What's too painful to remember we simply chooe to forget. But it's the lghter that we remember Whenever we remember The Way We Were!
True enough, but a precious few are blessed to be able to keep the way they were at their best alive longer than seven decades.
It can be done, if one "Keeps His Eyes On the Prize" and never flinches at disppoinment and failure no matter how heartbreaking –– and even crushing –– it can be.
Their need for perpetual "scapegoats" is the only thing that "binds" their followers. Where would Lenin and Stalin have ended up without their "kulaks"?
I've known for decades that Marxism was –– and always will be –– a HATE-based and FEAR-based Initiative.
Hence my unflnching, intolernt, never-ending, absolute hostility to anything and everything that smacks of the collectivist ethos.
The message came through in an old Marlene Dietrich - Robert Donat film called Knight Without Armour, which I saw on television c. 1950-51 before we got completely Taken Over by the Cultural Marxist bastards and bitches.
That film was set in the early days of the Bolshevik Revolution. H I could ave understood it so clerlt at age TEN I'll never know, but it mae a very deep and lasting impression that has never left me in the seventy years since I firt saw it.
The pianist (I think it must have been he) posted this evocative note with the piece which strikes me as worth sharing here:
"The first section of the C#-Minor Waltz, casts a spell tinged with Chopin’s characteristic aristocratic elegance, but is at the same time world-weary, and nostalgic. The haunting, more animated second section has about it a beguiling aura of nocturnal mystery and enchantment. It beckons us, but where it wants to lead us remains shrouded in mystery as the music keeps dancing gracefully but dissolves into the mist. With each of three repetitions we are left ever more curious, –– and a bit fearful ––, wondering what might be found if we dared to move beyond the edge of the perfumed garden to parts unknown.
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Hey! That dude can really play the piano, can't he?
I can't magine why I've never heard of him before!
Good on you, Farmer! This is a very nice change from potatoes, and much appreciated.
No problem. For an older guy, he sure can tickle the ivories!
By the way HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!
... What's too painful to remember
we simply chooe to forget.
But it's the lghter that we remember
Whenever we remember The Way We Were!
True enough, but a precious few are blessed to be able to keep the way they were at their best alive longer than seven decades.
It can be done, if one "Keeps His Eyes On the Prize" and never flinches at disppoinment and failure no matter how heartbreaking –– and even crushing –– it can be.
Some unusal souls are like fine wine –– the older they get, the better they –– and more valuable they become –– at least to the connoisseur.
Leftists, Cynics, Malcontents and Vulgarians, however, merely turn to vinegar with age –– some too caustic even to use on a salad.
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Leftists like Marx lacked the caritas it takes to build social "trust". It was either "their way" or the "highway".
Their need for perpetual "scapegoats" is the only thing that "binds" their followers. Where would Lenin and Stalin have ended up without their "kulaks"?
...or Democrats w/o their "TDS".
I've known for decades that Marxism was –– and always will be –– a HATE-based and FEAR-based Initiative.
Hence my unflnching, intolernt, never-ending, absolute hostility to anything and everything that smacks of the collectivist ethos.
The message came through in an old Marlene Dietrich - Robert Donat film called Knight Without Armour, which I saw on television c. 1950-51 before we got completely Taken Over by the Cultural Marxist bastards and bitches.
That film was set in the early days of the Bolshevik Revolution. H I could ave understood it so clerlt at age TEN I'll never know, but it mae a very deep and lasting impression that has never left me in the seventy years since I firt saw it.
To get back to Choin fo a minute.
The pianist (I think it must have been he) posted this evocative note with the piece which strikes me as worth sharing here:
"The first section of the C#-Minor Waltz, casts a spell tinged with Chopin’s characteristic aristocratic elegance, but is at the same time world-weary, and nostalgic. The haunting, more animated second section has about it a beguiling aura of nocturnal mystery and enchantment. It beckons us, but where it wants to lead us remains shrouded in mystery as the music keeps dancing gracefully but dissolves into the mist. With each of three repetitions we are left ever more curious, –– and a bit fearful ––, wondering what might be found if we dared to move beyond the edge of the perfumed garden to parts unknown.
Very nice. A Renaissance Man indeed!
That you are, FJ!
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