"The way a lot of liberals respond to suggestions that devoting some energy to revitalizing the Democratic party's rural roots, you'd think that doing so required repudiating some of their most deeply cherished values -- rather than, in fact, simply living up to them." --Orcinus

“Tblasdayck”

In a rooky wood
i found my ray swam this vugg

food to divs
and disarray, for many a moon

holy city in ruin holy flatiron
lungfish down this clang lingo

Aradia instill my pumpkin
till cym and bal and om Gucumatz ions


“A gallant lineage, long in fields of war
And faithful chronicler’s enduring page
Blazon’d; but most by him illustrated,
Avid of gold, yet greedier of renown,
Whom not the spoils of Atabalipa
Could satisfy insatiate, nor the fame
Of that wide empire overthrown appease;
But he to Florida’s disastrous shores
In evil hour his gallant comrades led,
Through savage woods and swamps, and hostile tribes,
The Apalachian arrows, and the snares
Of wilier foes, hunger, and thirst, and toil;
Till from ambition’s feverish dream the touch
Of Death awoke him; and when he had seen
The fruit of all his treasures, all his toil,
Foresight, and long endurance, fade away,
Earth to the restless one refusing rest,
In the great river’s midland bed he left
His honour’d bones.”

--Rob*rt South*y, “Th* Last of Th* Goths” (1814)

“Tan of Applack”

Upon touching’s summit no words
could satisfy frost

spoils of Atabalipa
but most by pillbug

on twinkling pinions hid from wind and mountain
liaison

lark who from
and now by thymy banks paradox

snows through all origin and
and now through shadowy paths touch nirvana