“Passion, reason, custom, rules,
Creeds of the churches, lore of the schools!
Taint in the blood and strength of soul,
Flesh too weak for the will’s control-
Poverty, riches, pride of birth,
Wailing, laughter, over the Earth!
Here I have you caught again:
Enter my web, ye sons of men!”
-Edgar Lee Masters, from The Spoon River Anthology,Epilogue
This is a great poem to yell out as you stride along on a windy day. It’s spoken by Loki, a trickster deity. But IMHO it describes the poet Edgar Lee Masters himself. When I thought of the lines, and looked it up last night, I very nearly got sucked into the Laocoon coils of the great sinuous Spoon River itself! I am going to reread it today and I recommend it to everybody.
And please don’t say, oh, yeah, we had to read some of that in high school. It ain’t for adolescents, okay? Take a raft down it’s rapids now that you’ve got a little life under your belt!
And I wish all our readers a wonderful summer week.
ST UnWoked & UnVaxxed! 
“Take a raft down it’s rapids now that you’ve got a little life under your belt!”
Yes sir, ma’am!
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..of course that should be “its rapids”. Damn auto-correct.
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I turned off the free Grammarly app because it was wrong at least 59% of the time.
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Auto-correct is a Sino-Marxist plot to conquer America.
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More lines from the same source. These make me think of Simon’s recent post about living “pedal to the metal”:
“Wouldst thou be Lord? Not peace but a sword. Not heart’s desire- ever aspire. Worship thy power. Conquer thy hour. Sleep not but strive. So shalt thou live.”
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Amen, alleluia, dear friend: “Onward!”
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Sleep is for the dead!
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U R sooooo tuff….🥱😴
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