"GOLDEN AGE" (DYLAN THOMAS AND W.H. AUDEN): TO BRIAN HARRIS (20-10-2022+29-04-2023, (I))

NONE OF US ARE AS YOUNG

AS WE WERE, SO WHAT?

FRIENDSHIP NEVER AGES.

(W.H, AUDEN) 

 

Good friend
I want to go to the heaven of dogs said Stevenson...

Indeed !

 

Gosh that is 30 years old !

The last pic is the Ceiriog valley in Winter
How are your eyes ?

Primavera de tulipanes en el jardín  este año

 

Tiempo déjame jugar y ser

De Oro en la bendición de sus medios

(…)

Y nada me preocupó, en mis azules tratos celestes, que el tiempo concede,

En todo su armonía convirtiendo tan raras canciones matutinas,

Antes de que la niñez verde y dorada

Le siguiera ya sin su gracia

Dylan Thomas

I ran my heedless ways,
     My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
     Before the children green and golden
          Follow him out of grace,

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
     In the moon that is always rising,
          Nor that riding to sleep
     I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
          Time held me green and dying
     Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Corrí mis caminos no apresurados,

Mis deseos compitieron a través del alto heno de la casa

Y nada me preocupó, en mis tratos de azul celeste, que el tiempo permite

convertir en su total armonía tan pocas y tales canciones matutinas

Antes que los niños verdes y dorados

le sigan ya sin su gracia.

Nada me preocupó, en los días de blanco cordero, que el tiempo me tomara

hasta la concurrida y absobente estancia por la sombra de mi mano,

en la luna que siempre está creciendo,

ni que cabalgando al sueño

le oyera volar con los campos altos

Y despertar a la granja por siempre perdida desde la tierra sin niñez

Oh yo fui joven y dispuesto en la bendición de sus medios

Tiempo ténme verde y moribundo

aunque canté en mis cadenas como el mar

DT

(To BH)

Fern Hill

Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

 

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
     The night above the dingle starry,
          Time let me hail and climb
     Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
          Trail with daisies and barley
     Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
     In the sun that is young once only,
          Time let me play and be
     Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
          And the sabbath rang slowly
     In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
     And playing, lovely and watery
          And fire green as grass.
     And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
     Flying with the ricks, and the horses
          Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
     Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
          The sky gathered again
     And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
     Out of the whinnying green stable
          On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
     In the sun born over and over,
          I ran my heedless ways,
     My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
     Before the children green and golden
          Follow him out of grace,

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
     In the moon that is always rising,
          Nor that riding to sleep
     I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
          Time held me green and dying
     Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

 Dylan Marlais Thomas was born on October 27, 1914, in Swansea, South Wales. His father was an English literature professor at the local grammar school and would often recite William Shakespeare, fortifying Thomas’s love for the rhythmic ballads of Gerard Manley Hopkins, W. B. Yeats, and Edgar Allan Poe.

 

Jackson Browne "Before the Deluge” – Downstream 2021-"After us" (Joseph Brodsky)

 

 

 

And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in a moment they were swept before the deluge

Let the music keep our spirits high
Let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

 

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

 

 

After Us, By Joseph Brodsky

After us, it is certainly not the flood,

and not drought either. In all likelihood, the climate

in the Kingdom of Justice, with its four seasons, will

be temperate, so that a choleric, a melancholic,

a sanguinic, and a phlegmatic could rule by turns

three months each. From the standpoint of an encyclopedia,

that’s plenty. Although, no doubt, caprices

of atmospheric pressure or those of temperature

might confuse a reformer. Still, the god of commerce

only revels in a rising demand for tweeds,

English umbrellas, worsted topcoats. His most dreaded enemies

are darned stockings and patched-up trousers.

It would seem that the rain outside the window

advocated precisely this distinctly frugal

approach to the landscape--more generally to all creation.

But the Constitution doesn’t mention rain.

There’s not a single reference in the Constitution

to barometers or, for that matter, to anyone

who, perched on a stool, holding a ball of yarn,

like some muscular Alcibiades, passes the

night pouring over a fashion magazine’s dog-eared pages

in the anteroom of the Golden Age.

From “So Forth: Poems” by Joseph Brodsky

BLACK RIDER, BLACK RIDER, YOU´VE BEEN ON THE JOB TOO LONG

@TuckerCarlson
"The coward ever sings no song,
He listens to no chime
He has no heart, no tongue,
To build the lofty rhyme."#THOREAU https://t.co/YsBwrfPUgq

— Guillermo Ruiz Zapatero (@ruiz_zapatero) April 26, 2023

TUCKER CARLSON, CZESLAW MILOSZ, WENDELL BERRY AND THOREAU (25-04-2023)

TUCKER CARLSON AND CZESLAW MILOSZ (CHILD OF EUROPE, JUNE 17, 2021+MARCH 8, 2023)

 

 "WAR MACHINE IS ITCHING FOR ANOTHER CONFLICT": JIMMY DORE WITH TUCKER CARLSON (FEBRUARY 1, 2023)

 

 

 

#HUMILITY IS THE #EPISTEMOLOGICAL #REQUIREMENT FOR SOME #PERCEPTIONS

3

He who has power, has it by historical logic
Respectfully bow to that logic.

Let your lips, proposing a hypothesis
Not know about the hand faking the experiment

Let your hand, faking the experiment
No know about the lips proposing a hypothesis

Learn to predict a fire with unerring precision
Then burn the house down to fulfill the prediction

(...)

8

The laughter born of the love of truth

Is now the laughter of the enemies of the people.

Gone is the age of satire. We no longer need mock

The sensible monarch with false courtly phrases.

Stern as befits the servants of a cause,

We will permit ourselves sycophantic humor.

Tight-lipped, guided by reasons only

Cautiously let us step into the era of the unchained fire.

Czeslaw Milosz

(Son of Europe)

QUE LOS LABIOS QUE POSTULAN UNA HIPÓTESIS NO SEPAN

NADA DE LAS MANOS QUE FALSIFICAN EL EXPERIMENTO

(...)

LA RISA QUE SURGE DEL RESPETO A LA VERDAD

ES LA RISA QUE PERTENECE A LOS ENEMIGOS DEL PUEBLO

HA TERMINADO EL SIGLO DE LA SÁTIRA.YA NO NOS BURLAREMOS

DE LOS MONARCAS INEPTOS CON UNA LENGUA MALICIOSA

CM (Traducción de Xavier Farré)

 "OUR WAY LIGHTED BY BURNING MEN"

 

 All goes back to the earth,
and so I do not desire
pride of excess or power,
but the contentments made
by men who have had little:
the fisherman's silence
receiving the river's grace,
the gardner's musing on rows.

I lack the peace of simple things.
I am never wholly in place.
I find no peace or grace.
We sell the world to buy fire,
our way lighted by burning men,
and that has bent my mind
and made me think of darkness
and wish for the dumb life of roots.

 WENDELL BERRY 

 

 

Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is fabulous. If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments. If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets. When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality. This is always exhilarating and sublime. By closing the eyes and slumbering, and consenting to be deceived by shows, men establish and confirm their daily life of routine and habit everywhere, which still is built on purely illusory foundations. Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure. I have read in a Hindoo book, that "there was a king's son, who, being expelled in infancy from his native city, was brought up by a forester, and, growing up to maturity in that state, imagined himself to belong to the barbarous race with which he lived. One of his father's ministers having discovered him, revealed to him what he was, and the misconception of his character was removed, and he knew himself to be a prince. So soul," continues the Hindoo philosopher, "from the circumstances in which it is placed, mistakes its own character, until the truth is revealed to it by some holy teacher, and then it knows itself to be Brahme." I perceive that we inhabitants of New England live this mean life that we do because our vision does not penetrate the surface of things. We think that that is which appears to be. If a man should walk through this town and see only the reality, where, think you, would the "Mill-dam" go to? If he should give us an account of the realities he beheld there, we should not recognize the place in his description. Look at a meeting-house, or a court-house, or a jail, or a shop, or a dwelling-house, and say what that thing really is before a true gaze, and they would all go to pieces in your account of them. Men esteem truth remote, in the outskirts of the system, behind the farthest star, before Adam and after the last man. In eternity there is indeed something true and sublime. But all these times and places and occasions are now and here. God himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages. And we are enabled to apprehend at all what is sublime and noble only by the perpetual instilling and drenching of the reality that surrounds us. The universe constantly and obediently answers to our conceptions; whether we travel fast or slow, the track is laid for us. Let us spend our lives in conceiving then. The poet or the artist never yet had so fair and noble a design but some of his posterity at least could accomplish it. 

(...)

 Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe, through Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, through Church and State, through poetry and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call reality, and say, This is, and no mistake; and then begin, having a point d'appui, below freshet and frost and fire, a place where you might found a wall or a state, or set a lamp-post safely, or perhaps a gauge, not a Nilometer, but a Realometer, that future ages might know how deep a freshet of shams and appearances had gathered from time to time. If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will seethe sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business. 

#HDT 

“You look around and you see so many people break under the strain under the downward of whatever this is that we are going through. And you look with disdain and sadness as you see people you know become quislings. You see them revealed as cowards. You see them going along with the new, new thing which is clearly a poisonous thing, a silly thing,” he stated. “You know, saying things you know they don’t believe because they want to keep their jobs. If there’s a single person in this room who hasn’t seen that through George Floyd, COVID, and the Ukraine war, raise your hand? Oh nobody? Right. You all know what I’m talking about.”

 “And you’re so disappointed in people. You are. And you realize that the herd instinct is maybe the strongest instinct. I mean, it may be stronger than the hunger and sex instincts, actually. The instinct, which again, is inherent to be like everybody else and not to be cast out of the group, not to be shunned.”

“But you look around and you see these people and some of them really have paid a heavy price for telling the truth and they are cast out of their groups whatever those groups are but they do it,”. “Anyway, I look on at those people with the deepest possible admiration,” Carlson. “I’m paid to do that. I face no penalty. Someone came up to me, ‘You’re so brave.’ Really?!?! I’m a talk show host.”

“It’s like I can’t have any opinion I want. That’s my job. That’s why they pay me. It’s not brave to tell the truth on a cable news show and if you’re not doing that you’re really an idiot, you’re really craven. You’re lying on television? Why would you do that? You’re literally making a living to say what you think and you can’t even do that, please.”

 

"The coward ever sings no song,

He listens to no chime

He has no heart, no tongue,

To build the lofty rhyme."

#THOREAU 

My soul is distressed, my mind is at war
Don't hug me, don't flatter me, don't turn on the charm
I'll take a sword and hack off your arm

Black rider, black rider, hold it right there
The size of your cock will get you nowhere
I'll suffer in silence, I'll not make a sound
Maybe I'll take the high moral ground
Some enchanted evening, I'll sing you a song
Black rider, black rider, you've been on the job too long

 

(Black rider, Bob Dylan)

 

"CAMBALACHE" ENRIQUE SANTOS DISCÉPOLO (Y ESO QUE NO CONOCIÓ EL S. XXI)

#CAMBALACHE - #ENRIQUE #SANTOS #DISCÉPOLO https://t.co/BIC4jRBOme via @YouTube

Y ESO QUE NO CONOCIÓ EL SIGLO XXI!

— Guillermo Ruiz Zapatero (@ruiz_zapatero) April 24, 2023

REALIDAD PATRÓN, LA GRAN COSECHA DEL AÑO (JL MARTIN-HD THOREAU-WIM WENDERS)

REALIDAD PATRÓN, LA GRAN COSECHA DEL AÑO

 

 

 

Permitasenos establecernos, y trabajar y asentar nuestros pies hacia bajo a través del barro y el desecho de opinión, y prejuicio y tradición y desilusión y apariencia, ese aluvión que cubre el globo, a través de París y Londres, de Nueva York, Boston y Concord, a través de la Iglesia y el Estado, de la poesía, la filosofía y la religión, hasta que lleguemos al duro fondo y a las rocas, al que podamos llamar realidad, y decir: Ésta es, sin error, y entonces comenzar, teniendo un punto de apoyo, debajo de las crecidas y de la nieve y el fuego, un lugar donde puedas fundar un muro o un estado, o colocar una lámpara de forma segura, o quizás una señal, no un metro del Nilo sino un metro de la realidad, para que las edades futuras puedan conocer qué profundas han sido las crecidas de las imposturas y apariencias que han contemplado de época en época.

(HDT, Walden, Capítulo 2, traducción Guillermo Ruiz)

 

 LA REALIDAD NO ES UNA ESPECIE EN EXTINCIÓN

 

ZOLTAN POZSAR: EL CRECIMIENTO DE LAS "COMMODITIES", EL MUNDO CAMBIÓ HACE 12 MESES (MARZO 2023)

This I-beam in Chicago is connected to track that Carries 34,000 passengers on 70 trains across this bridge every day. pic.twitter.com/wcwly3WuTb

— Rob (@_ROB_29) April 20, 2023

 

 In Zoltan Pozsar’s most recent interview pursuant to his missive entitled War and Peace, he spoke with Resource Talks in mid March. During this conversation, he laid out rather concisely  the main points of that report. So we listened and wrote a follow up to that piece outlining Zoltan’s key interview points, which were tangentially different than War and Peace.

Contents:

1. The Two Commodity Narratives
2. Three Things Governing the Second Narrative
3. Rate Hikes in the New Narrative
4. G7 Government Spending’s Themes
5. There are Two Outcomes from This
6. Rate Hike Recession Effect Summarized
7. How Long a Supercycle?

Attached is a blow by blow of key concepts broken out, to be used as a follow-along while listening or as a stand alone post. It is Pozsar’s points broken out chronologically in what should be easier to digest.

ESPANA (17-04-2023)

Spain, Madrid…..

A coincidence has conveniently, burnt the documentary archive room of the Department of the Ministry of Health🔥

... where the registers relating to vaccination policies and mass confinement of the population are compiled 💉
...and who were under investigation pic.twitter.com/FVuBvzlcvp

— John Olooney (@OlooneyJohn) April 17, 2023

https://t.co/jfZVi9M8Ah pic.twitter.com/P0ra18fHXT

— Guillermo Ruiz Zapatero (@ruiz_zapatero) April 17, 2023

 

 

 

HIJO DE EUROPA

I

Nosotros a quienes  la dulzura del día penetra hasta los pulmones

Y vemos ramas que florecen en mayo,

Somos mejores que los que perecieron

(…)

3

No hay que hablar del triunfo de la fuerza,

Porque ésta es una época en la que vence la justicia.

Tampoco menciones la fuerza para que no sospechen

De que reconoces a escondidas la doctrina de los vencidos.

Quien tiene poder es gracias a la lógica de la historia.

Rinde el homenaje merecido a la lógica de la historia.

Que los labios que postulan una hipótesis no sepan

Nada de las manos que falsifican el experimento.

Que las manos que falsifican el experimento no sepan

Nada de los labios que postulan una hipótesis.

Aprende a prever un incendio con una exactitud infalible.

Después, quema la casa y se cumplirá lo que tenía que cumplirse.

7

Quien habla de la historia está siempre seguro,

En su contra no se levantarán los muertos.

(…)

8

La risa que surge del respeto a la verdad

Es la risa que pertenece a los enemigos del pueblo.

(…)

Con los labios sellados, guiados por la razón,

Entremos con cautela en la era del fuego liberado.

(C.Milosz, Hijo de Europa, Nueva York 1946, traducción de Xavier Farré)

 

 

Cuando llegó el Covid y arrolló al mundo, España no tenía suficientes mascarillas, ni respiradores, ni mucho menos vacuna.

Hoy contamos con una industria pionera que ha logrado la 1ª vacuna 100% 🇪🇺.

¡Gracias por impulsar a nuestro país @sanchezcastejon!https://t.co/cG45QxMGpa

— Juan Fº Serrano (@JFrSerrano) April 11, 2023

LA CARA "B" DE "EVERYTHING IS BROKEN": (BACH, DYLAN ("DEATH IS NOT THE END") Y GADAMER)

 LA CARA "B" DE "EVERYTHING IS BROKEN"

 

 

Bach’s MUSIC insight: if death could not defeat music's meaning,death should not be considered as human's defeat 

Music is always confronted to death &war

That is the origin and meaning of music 

If music prevails, "death is not the end" 

 "Hay un maravilloso artículo religioso de Kierkegaard: "Sobre la idea consoladora de que ante Dios nunca tenemos razón". Este consuelo, que aquí tiene un sentido religioso, es en realidad un hecho fundamental que forma toda nuestra experiencia humana. Tenemos que aprender a respetar al Otro y a lo Otro. O lo que es lo mismo, tenemos que aprender a no tener razón.Tenemos que aprender a perder en el juego...esto empieza a los dos años o quizás antes. Quien no lo aprende pronto, nunca resolverá los problemas mayores de la vida posterior. 

(...) 

 Quizás no sea, pues, demasiado atrevido decir, como última consecuencia política de nuestras reflexiones, que tal vez sobrevivamos como humanidad si conseguimos aprender que no no solo debemos aprovechar nuestros recursos y posibilidades de acción, sino aprender a detenernos ante el Otro y su diferencia, así como ante la naturaleza y las culturas orgánicas de pueblos y estados, y a conocer a lo Otro y los Otros como a los Otros de Nosotros mismos, a fin de lograr una participación recíproca".

(Hans-Georg Gadamer: La diversidad de Europa. Traducción de Pilar Giralt Gorina) 

 

 

"BROKEN WORDS NEVER MEANT TO BE SPOKEN" (WENDELL BERRY, WILLIAM MERWIN Y BOB DYLAN)

 

"Broken lines, broken strings

 Broken threads, broken springs

 Broken idols, broken heads 

People sleeping in broken beds 

Ain't no use jiving Ain't no use joking 

Everything is broken 

Broken bottles, broken plates

 Broken switches, broken gates 

Broken dishes, broken parts 

Streets are filled with broken hearts 

Broken words never meant to be spoken 

Everything is broken

 Seem like every time you stop and turn around 

Something else just hit the ground 

Broken cutters, broken saws 

Broken buckles, broken laws 

Broken bodies, broken bones 

Broken voices on broken phones 

Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin' 

Everything is broken 

Every time you leave and go off someplace

 Things fall to pieces in my face

 Broken hands on broken ploughs 

Broken treaties, broken vows 

Broken pipes, broken tools 

People bending broken rules 

Hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking 

Everything is broken"

BD

TO THE WORDS

When it happens you are not there

O you beyond numbers
beyond recollection
passed on from breath to breath
given again
from day to day from age
to age
charged with knowledge
knowing nothing

indifferent elders
indispensable and sleepless

keepers of our names
before ever we came
to be called by them

you that were
formed to begin with
you that were cried out
you that were spoken
to begin with
to say what could not be said

ancient precious
and helpless ones

say it

 WB

                                              — September 17th, 2001

 

 

13-04-2013+15-04-2023 (AND THE SWALLOW, CAROLINE SHAW (II))

 

 

Lo que para otros e cierre

para ti es apertura

Cuando una puerta se cierra

otra se abre

Te cogieron en su morada

y tú la mantienes siempre abierta

sin oclusión

acmé primordial 

hueco ubicuo

residuo renovado

enlace alterno

valencia en tránsito

delirio certero

material vida espíritu encarnado

 

 

 

 

For the director of music. According to gittith.^[b] Of the Sons of Korah. A psalm.

¹ How lovely is your dwelling place,
    Lord Almighty!
² My soul yearns, even faints,
    for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh cry out
    for the living God.
³ Even the sparrow has found a home,
    and the swallow a nest for herself,
    where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
    Lord Almighty, my King and my God.
⁴ Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
    they are ever praising you.^[c]

⁵ Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
    whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
⁶ As they pass through the Valley of Baka,
    they make it a place of springs;
    the autumn rains also cover it with pools.^[d]
7 They go from strength to strength,
    till each appears before God in Zion.

 ⁰ Better is one day in your courts
    than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
    than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
¹¹ For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
    the Lord bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
    from those whose walk is blameless.

¹² Lord Almighty,
    blessed is the one who trusts in you.

13-04-2013+15-04-2023 (BREAKING: WENDELL BERRY Y CLAUDE MONET (I))

13-04-2013 (NADIE SE HA SENTIDO NUNCA MAS HONRADO)

 

"Nadie se ha sentido nunca más honrado que yo por el carácter de sus progenitores"

HDT

Breaking by Wendell Berry

Did I believe I had a clear mind?
It was like the water of a river
flowing shallow over the ice. And now
that the rising water has broken
the ice, I see that what I thought
was the light is part of the dark.

 

¿Creí que tenía una mente clara? 

Fue como el agua de un río

fluyendo escasa sobre el hielo. Y ahora

que la crecida del agua ha roto

el hielo, veo que lo que pensé

era la luz es también parte de la oscuridad

EL PROYECTO DE VIROMA GLOBAL Y EL COVID-19

2017 09-07 Global Virome Project from The End Within

This is the group that conceived the Global Virome Project. So many familiar names. People wonder how it was possible to pull off the natural origin hoax and get away with it for so long. The answer is that the entire thing was run by a tight-knit coterie of cronies. https://t.co/aatJOUwFwq pic.twitter.com/2CheGKndgy

— Hans Mahncke (@HansMahncke) April 12, 2023

Why did Peter Daszak change his mind? @UnHerd https://t.co/tVa45ukdrT #IanBirrell is an award-winning foreign reporter and columnist. He is also the founder, with Damon Albarn, of Africa Express.

— Guillermo Ruiz Zapatero (@ruiz_zapatero) April 12, 2023

You can get the slides here.
They have been up for three years and were just a simple Google search away.https://t.co/E89buH3mez

— Gilles Demaneuf (@gdemaneuf) April 12, 2023

ALL OF US WILL END UP PAYING THE PRICE (I, PRESIDENT BIDEN ET ALTERI)

ALL OF US WILL END UP PAYING THE PRICE (I, PRESIDENT BIDEN): WE ARE READY We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose . If we w...

#TERMINATES#nationalEmergency #COVID19
SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI
"Thus goes the glory of the world" pic.twitter.com/oa5yWA1uWL

— Guillermo Ruiz Zapatero (@ruiz_zapatero) April 11, 2023

WE ARE READY We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose . If we would save our lives, we must fight for them. Thoreau

https://thoreaucastellano.blogspot.com/2021/06/all-of-us-will-end-up-paying-price-iv.html

@quay_dr
It is clear for me
He is the master of everything

"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less." (...) "The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master—that's all." https://t.co/lRPCOLGQom pic.twitter.com/NAsWyxLS5o

— Guillermo Ruiz Zapatero (@ruiz_zapatero) July 21, 2021

https://thoreaucastellano.blogspot.com/2021/06/all-of-us-will-end-up-paying-price-iii.html 

QUOD PRINCIPIT PLACUIT LEGIS HABET VIGOREM

 Quod principi placuit legis babet vigorem Black's Law Dictionary: 2nd Edition

 Definition: That which has pleased the prince has the force of law. The emperor's pleasure has the force of law. Dig. 1, 4, 1; Inst. I 2, 6. A celebrated maxim of imperial law.

Cuando llegó el Covid y arrolló al mundo, España no tenía suficientes mascarillas, ni respiradores, ni mucho menos vacuna.

Hoy contamos con una industria pionera que ha logrado la 1ª vacuna 100% 🇪🇺.

¡Gracias por impulsar a nuestro país @sanchezcastejon!https://t.co/cG45QxMGpa

— Juan Fº Serrano (@JFrSerrano) April 11, 2023

 

 

 

 

 

(Note: This document was originally published in Dutch on March 8, 2023. All references to TheNetherlands apply to all EU member states (SPAIN.) 

 

 

PEQUEÑO HOMENAJE A KARL KRAUS ("DIE FACKEL"; 11-04-2023)

 

An aphorism can never be the whole truth; it is either a half-truth or a truth-and-a-half.

Die Fackel no. 270/71 (19 January 1909)

War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that the enemy too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.

Die Fackel no. 46 (9 October 1917)

Science is spectral analysis. Art is light synthesis.

When I read, it is not acted literature; but what I write is written acting.

Hate must make a person productive; otherwise one might as well love.

The development of technology will leave only one problem: the infirmity of human nature.

Lord, forgive them, for they know what they do!

 

http://www.theabsolute.net/minefield/kraus.html