Month: October 2014

Turning the wheel

Your love is a crank that must be turned
Sparks fly that are bright and she’s dazzled
Don’t slip off that wheel
With your hand or you’ll feel
That her eyes won’t adjust to the dark

With her keen sense of justice that’s surely confused
No reason or plea can excuse you
To care is to err, to share it with her
That you’ve known she’s a bore all along

Her mind is a mirror, reflect what you will
I’m sure that you’ll like what you see
But the time comes around when you can’t stand the sound
Of the shriek of the old Banshee

 

Gustav.

The Homestead Fantasy

It is something of a ritual for young 20-somethings to read Walden; or A Life in the Woods, and pine for the simple truths of life to reveal themselves while amongst nature, to follow the path laid out by the 19th century transcendentalist, Henry David Thoreau:

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”

Combine this spiritual quest with the modern incarnation of the American frontiersmen, the Tea Party constitutionalist, who wishes to escape the clutches of the bureaucratic police-state, and be left alone to fly his Gadsden Flag and watch Alex Jones, and you have the 21st century Neo-Homesteader. (more…)