and asking no man's leave

I am on a mission. maybe nobody understands this. maybe nobody but Wade.

The guards at the modern are putting on a version of Macbeth next friday the thirteenth. we've got competition but we've also got feeling and we're dang proud of it. an unlucky play, an unluck day, a bunch of unlucky people. confusion hath made it's masterwork.
help me somebody.

"I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully."
-George W Bush
Saginaw, Michigan, 29 September, 2000

no eulogy here, just an undimmed hope for the future.

I'm not a Jacobite because I hate absolutist monarchs.
I'm not a Jacobin because it is a pretty lousy guillotine that only cuts one way.

Stop talking help us get ready ( Read more... )

The car danced a polka step or two as the driver tried first one gear and then another. Laconic as usual I ignored the invitation to dance and the car sputtered on past me. Hurtling through space, percariously perched on this racing planet I had other things on my mind. Like where were all the people I heard about? Perhaps they had in fact ( Read more... )

I marched with the Legion, I rode with steppes cavalry officer, I manned the first steam ships, and flew in the great bombers, and yesterday I saw the same tide rise up, peaceably, and put a new generation in the white house.
all in all a good guy fawkes day.

Guarding has it's advantages. For instance noone notices you are there, allowing you to behave in whatever bizarre or lax manner you wish. Once I preformed a floor variety show for over five-hundred people, a large if unaware audience. But if they don' know it's happened how can they criticize?

Unyoked atoms bounding over the rolling seas. Hollow ship above great depths below. Won't raise my hands to the Olympians or to the Aesir or to all the other powers who love and scorn the sailor. Not even to Vishnu as he dives. Maybe to their great father the Bear forgotten in the prison of the northern woods. There is no terror left in the ( Read more... )