Dogs Are Shakespearean, Children Are Strangers

Dogs are Shakespearean, children are strangers. Let Freud and Wordsworth discuss the child, Angels and Platonists shall judge the dog, The running dog, who paused, distending nostrils, Then barked and wailed; the boy who pinched his sister, The little girl who sang the song from Twelfth Night, As if she understood the wind and rain, The dog who moaned, hearing the violins in concert. —O I am sad when I see dogs or children! For they are strangers, they are Shakespearean.

Tell us, Freud, can it be that lovely children Have merely ugly dreams of natural functions? And you, too, Wordsworth, are children truly Clouded with glory, learned in dark Nature? The dog in humble inquiry along the ground, The child who credits dreams and fears the dark, Know more and less than you: they know full well Nor dream nor childhood answer questions well: You too are strangers, children are Shakespearean.

Regard the child, regard the animal, Welcome strangers, but study daily things, Knowing that heaven and hell surround us, But this, this which we say before we’re sorry, This which we live behind our unseen faces, Is neither dream, nor childhood, neither Myth, nor landscape, final, nor finished, For we are incomplete and know no future, And we are howling or dancing out our souls In beating syllables before the curtain: We are Shakespearean, we are strangers.

missing middle

no no see, you're all missing it...

it's not dystopic, it's a dystopportunity!

All Hallows

Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen sleep in their blue yoke, the fields having been picked clean, the sheaves bound evenly and piled at the roadside among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence. And the wife leaning out the window with her hand extended, as in payment, and the seeds distinct, gold, calling Come here Come here, little one

And the soul creeps out of the tree.

Anyone else seen this possibly insane man driving insane truck?

There's this truck, I see it hauling ass everywhere around town like it's blasting across the alkali flats of some future hellscape.

This truck has no regard for traffic laws the regular citizen is upheld to.

It's missing a headlight and has a stuffed dinosaur shoved in the whole where the light once was.

The man inside appears to be some kind of psychotic but handsome construction worker, he leans out the window and calls old men "baby". The truck itself while already loud usually has some sort of loud music emitting from it, last time I saw it was limp bizkits popular 90s track "nookie".

Anyone else seen this fool? I can't be the only one. This truck+man inside are lawless hooligans.

That addition moved me one huge step closer. I don't remember where I saw or read or listened to or wherever I learned it but I was too weary to pour boiling water into my gas oven and this really worked for me.

https://www.everettwa.gov/DocumentCenter/View/33164/Police-annual-report-2021?bidId=

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THIS WRITING IS FOR MY FRIENDS IN MIND OF ALL COMMON & HIDDEN MEN AND OF THE SECRET PRINCES AND TO THE MEMORY OF THOSE WITH ME IN THE COVERT AND IN THE OPEN FROM THE BALCKWALL THE BROADWAY THE CAUSEWAY THE CUT THE FLATS THE LEVEL THE ENVIRONS AND THOSE OTHERS FROM TRAETH MAWR AND LONG MOUNTAIN THE HENDREF AND YR HAFOD THE PENTRE PANDY AND Y DARREN THE MAELORS THE BOUNDARY WALLS AND NO. 4 WORKING ESPECIALLY PTE. R.A. LEWIS-GUNNER FROM NEWPORT MONMOUTHSHIRE KILLED IN ACTION ON THE BOE- SINGHE SECTOR N.W. OF YPRES SOME TIME IN THE WINTER 1916-17 AND TO THE BEARDED INFANTRY WHO EXCHANGED THEIR LONG LOAVES WITH US AT A SECTOR'S BARRIER AND TO THE ENEMY FRONT-FIGHTERS WHO SHARED OUR PAINS AGAINST WHOM WE FOUND OURSELVES BY MISADVENTURE

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Evil betide me if I do not open the door to know if that is true which is said concerning it. So he opened the door ... and when they had looked, they were conscious of all the evils they had ever sustained, and of all the friends and companions they had lost and of all the misery that had befallen them, as if all had happened in that very spot; ... and because of their perturbation they could not rest.

great post with lots of great threads

I linked through ycombinator because the discussion there adds to the solution pool

I just found that out from my local store. What a weird system.