July 15, 2012

They - Kochs, Fox, Rove, etc. - have the wealth and power. We have this, from today

The People.

The people yes
The people will live on.
The learning and blundering people will live on.
They will be tricked and sold and again sold
And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds,
The people so peculiar in renewal and comeback,
You can't laugh off their capacity to take it.
The mammoth rests between his cyclonic dramas.

The people so often sleepy, weary, enigmatic,
is a vast huddle with many units saying:
"I earn my living.
I make enough to get by
and it takes all my time.
If I had more time
I could do more for myself
and maybe for others.
I could read and study
and talk things over
and find out about things.
It takes time.
I wish I had the time."

The people is a tragic and comic two-face: hero and hoodlum:
phantom and gorilla twisting to moan with a gargoyle mouth:
"They buy me and sell me...it's a game...sometime I'll
break loose..."

Once having marched
Over the margins of animal necessity,
Over the grim line of sheer subsistence
Then man came
To the deeper rituals of his bones,
To the lights lighter than any bones,
To the time for thinking things over,
To the dance, the song, the story,
Or the hours given over to dreaming,
Once having so marched.

Between the finite limitations of the five senses
and the endless yearnings of man for the beyond
the people hold to the humdrum bidding of work and food
while reaching out when it comes their way
for lights beyond the prison of the five senses,
for keepsakes lasting beyond any hunger or death.
This reaching is alive.
The panderers and liars have violated and smutted it.
Yet this reaching is alive yet
for lights and keepsakes.

The people know the salt of the sea
and the strength of the winds
lashing the corners of the earth.
The people take the earth
as a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man?
They are in tune and step
with constellations of universal law.
The people is a polychrome,
a spectrum and a prism
held in a moving monolith,
a console organ of changing themes,
a clavilux of color poems
wherein the sea offers fog
and the fog moves off in rain
and the labrador sunset shortens
to a nocturne of clear stars
serene over the shot spray
of northern lights.

The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:

This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can't be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can't hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?

In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
"Where to? what next?"

Thank you, Carl Sandburg. Abe, too. We must win this election.



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July 7, 2012

At 105, D.C. closes in on all-time heat record

Source: Washington Post

It has been truly exceptional,” said Chris Vaccaro, a spokesman for the National Weather Service. The high by 3:35 was 105 degrees at Reagan National Airport.

That breaks the previous record for this date, 102 in 2010, and this is only the 5th time on record that the temperature has hit 105 in DC. The all-time record is 106 degrees.

“We continue our record-setting stretch of days at or above 95 degrees,” Vaccaro said. Today is the tenth consecutive day, and tomorrow will likely be the eleventh, he said.

“We made a quick run for the for the triple-digit mark: The temperature hit 100 degrees before noon,” he said. It will be triple digits all afternoon and into the early evening hours. . .

Read more: http://www.washingtonpost.com/regional

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We're not alone, I know. Ran errands this morning and staying in like everyone else today, in the (thankfully) up and running air conditioning. For now.

Only one man could possibly describe how hot it is today.



It was so hot today that Burger King was singing, "if you want it your way, cook it yourself."

It was so hot today I saw a robin dipping his worm in Nestea.

It was so hot, musicians were snorting ice cubes.

It's so hot, your Odor Eaters have sent up a white flag.

It’s so hot I saw two trees fighting over a dog.