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Weekend Meditation -- Slipping Past, The Presence, On The Way To Imminent Future

Bank Holiday Commemorating Launch Of QE2

“ … she took to the waters … on 20 Sept. … “

“It is a launch into icy waters strewn with icebergs and a certain fate of systemic plunge to the depths, a watery grave.”

Inevitable …

[ It is said the Chart Room of RMS QE2 is adorned with a frieze designed by Brody Nevenshwander, depicting the words of T. S. Eliot, Sir Francis Drake, and John Masefield. I could not learn which words were the actual writing on the wall of this iconic vessel, but this Eliot wave of a different sort I imagine as fitting:


Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

“The leverage and the makeup of the structured finance schemes devised by Wall Street and the Big US Banks is unraveling. As it does so, the deep fraud is exposed. As it does so, the ruinous construction of finance engineers is exposed. As it does, the vulnerable heart & soul of fiat currency systems is exposed. As it does, the uncontrollable growth of debt originating from the Untied States is exposed. As it does, the path to the USTreasury default is exposed. As it does, the only legitimate financial asset in a paper-driven world is exposed, GOLD. As the Wall Street and Big US Banks are recognized as dead defunct charred ruins of financial firms, whose main source of liquidity funds is naked shorting, the blatant unprosecuted counterfeit of both USTreasurys and USAgency Mortgage Bonds, the ruined condition of bonds is exposed. They are the primary instruments for the fiat currency system. As it does, the only legitimate financial asset is exposed, GOLD.”

Death By Liquidity


A Momentary Lapse Into Reason

"One Slip"
By Pink Floyd

A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint, no word her honour to defend
I will, I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire
I lead the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence
One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won't forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone
One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won't forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
One slip ... one slip

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Iceberg! Straight Ahead!

Not enough time to turn away now..it's going to hit!

And the band played on...

The Business Plan of the Ruling Elite
"Our ruling class does not lack for ambition. Madness, you insist? Such plans must fail? Such goals can only lead to great suffering and endless death? I haven't noticed the ruling class suffering all that much, or dying in substantial numbers. In fact, they seem to be doing quite remarkably well. They would appear to be positively thriving.

What is madness, failure and death to countless millions of "ordinary" people is a business plan for the ruling class. For decades and even centuries, it's been a very successful business plan. It all depends on your perspective."


"I think we are living in a world of lies: lies that don't even know they are lies, because they are the children and grandchildren of lies." ~ Chris Floyd

Titanic Sunk By Icicle! Verson told by an Innocent. Not Suspect!

Please, there was no iceberg. It was was listed as a suspect, but there was no physical evidence for conviction! No charges filed. Iceberg was a badly told myth. Books, myths. Films, more myths. I have proof!

Take a look at all your mythical mountainous icebergs of evidence. All fabricated by suspects, as they are.

Compare each version of those iceberg myths to my simple truth. My version is told by an innocent, as I am.
1997, Movie version: 37 seconds from alarm till iceberg hit. Not sufficient time to miss iceberg ahead. Iceberg was fiction... (your link from above).

This evidence presenting in 1997, is not admissible in court... A fabrication.
1997, Music Version: "Wedding March." And the band played on... (your link from above).

This evidence presenting in 1997, even if played live in court, would not be conclusive. A march shows use of compelling force. This version is circumstantial at best; Not enough for conviction.
1912, Legal version: No physical evidence of an iceberg (photo; weather; radar; sonar). The evidence found at the bottom of the sea did not match the legal proceeding, folk tales nor the movie version.

No physical evidence of suspect iceberg. No coo-berating evidence placing any iceberg within 100 miles from the seen of the crime. No motive established at all.
1912, Twain vision: Dastardly villainous Icicle slashes 100 meters of 1 inch steel plate, then disappears into the night.

"It was an icicle! I have proof. It was an icicle that gashed a 100 meter slice clear through 1 inch steel plating. Just like a diamond blade, that dastardly, diamond hardened icicle cut it clean through, then melted into the night. Seen stuff like this on the Silver Screen. An iceberg would not cut a clean gash 100 meters along the side of a steel ship. Not in its character. Icicle!"

The icicle never faced trial... escaped clean away into the night without a trace. No pursuit. None no its whereabouts. Left no forwarding address.

Evidence of the gash in the ship's side matches the damage report. The icicle has kept quiet all these years. None know its motive.

2010 Book version: It Was & is a Cover-Up. The book veers off calling out wrong turns & steering malfunctions (Left = Right nonsense).

Louise Patten, author and granddaughter of Titanic second officer Charles Lightoller.

"Truth about what happened nearly 100 years ago had been hidden for fear of tarnishing the reputation of her grandfather, who later became a war hero."

Titanic sunk by steering mistake, author says (a cover up to be continued...)
Submitted by Bob-45 on Thu, 09/23/2010, DailyPaul
Not recommended. Should catalog under "Mythology. DailyPaul should have a Mythology section, just like our libraries.

Titanic version: What Really Happened?

2010, Titanic version, as told by Mark Twain: It Was an Icicle! Steering Irrelevant. Iceberg Innocent. Proof.
Other version are not offered by innocents, such as I. Their versions are all suspects, such as they.

You decide justice. You & other jury members read your verdict to a judge.

The judge will be obliged to write the appropriate sentence. Perhaps a long one. Perhaps 100 years long.

No credit for time already served. No credit where this is going.

1912 + 1 = 1913, the Fed

2010 - 1913 = 97 years

Plus 3 for Jekyll priors = 100 years

The Federal Icicle: Cutting loans out of your good credit.

Editorial cartoon featuring Ron Paul in a "Life Boat" named "Constitution", trying to save our current administration from the deck of the sinking Titanic "Keynesian"

Disclaimer: Mark Twain (1835-1910-To be continued) is unlicensed. His river pilot's license went delinquent in 1862. Caution advised. Daily Paul

OK, perhaps a correction

is in order! I forgot for a moment that the criminals... in this case...the ICICLE and it's cohorts...get to write their own history! I will look into this and see who advanced the false story! ;-)

Love the cartoon!

"I think we are living in a world of lies: lies that don't even know they are lies, because they are the children and grandchildren of lies." ~ Chris Floyd


I had a lawyer friend many years ago who explained that a boat is ‘a hole in the water into which you throw money.’

Which reminds me of channels and other water ways – You folks have no idea how refreshing I’m finding your lyrically in’sink sentimental hygiene right now.


BTW: As long as we are pitch’n and toss’n … I’m willing to bet one heap of all my winnings ‘Lawyers, Guns and Money’ should properly be attributed to David Lindley.

[ I understand -- for some, it's terra firma ... but all my true friends would attest I've always been decidedly Pro-Hole. ]

Keeping with the sailing metaphor…

I think this song might also be appropriate:

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.



If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
~Rudyard Kipling

* It's a cool, rainy October morning..poetry and meditation much appreciated with my morning cuppa! Thank you! I'm in just the mood to follow this trail today! ;-)

The Onion~ Should the Government Stop Dumping money Into A Giant Hole?

"I think we are living in a world of lies: lies that don't even know they are lies, because they are the children and grandchildren of lies." ~ Chris Floyd

..horridly chopped out of a

..horridly chopped out of a long Allen Ginsberg poem called American Change:

.."after a long time far from home in said Atlantic on a summer's day"...."I have a $5 bill in my pocket--it's Lincoln's sour black head moled wrinkled, forelocked too, big-eared, flags of announcement flying over the bill, stamps in green and spiderweb black,long numbers in racetrack green, immense promise".......
"R956422481 One Dollar This Certificate is Legal Tender (tender!) for all debts public and private
My God My God why have you forsaken me".....
"and over, the eagle, wild wings outspead, halo of the Stars encircled by puffs of smoke and flame--a circle the Masonic pyramid, the sacred Swedenborgian Dollar America, bricked up to the top & floating surreal above the triangle of holy outstaring Eye sectioned out of the aire, shining light emitted from the eyebrowless triangle--and a desert of cactus, scattered all around, clouds afar".....
"the whole surrounded by green spiderwebs designed by T-Men to prevent foul counterfeit....."

Thanks Crickett!

Wow! The snip you posted is enough to get me interested!
I'll try to find the full version link later!

I've been spending time with dead poets lately and also writers that have been wrongly reported as dead and those who have great works yet to be written except outlines on the dusty pages of DP!

"I think we are living in a world of lies: lies that don't even know they are lies, because they are the children and grandchildren of lies." ~ Chris Floyd

America needs the money hole!

Love it.

Are you pro-hole?

hahaha! ;-) Maybe I will post that clip seperate..we could always use the humor!

"I think we are living in a world of lies: lies that don't even know they are lies, because they are the children and grandchildren of lies." ~ Chris Floyd

The you know what is hitting the fan

Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this

I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck

Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan

Send lawyers, guns and money...
--Warren Zevon

It is going to get interesting


"We can see with our eyes, hear with our ears and feel with our touch, but we understand with our hearts."

‘Hearts not averse to being beguiled, …’

O HUSHED October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all…

-1913 A Boy's Will
-by Robert Frost


Counterfeit Money Fire


‘… it’s a crime … ‘


Forecasting F I R E S T O R M S

[ Read the Acala comment after mine ]



-- BY Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Coincidentally ...

Titan -> Titanic

In 1898, 14 years before the Titanic made her maiden voyage, Morgan Robertson published his book, 'Futility' or 'The Wreck of the Titan.'
This was the story of an "unsinkable" massive ocean liner, which like the Titanic, was on its maiden voyage from Britain to New York in the month of April, with 2,000 people on board. While it was also attempting to cross the Atlantic in record time, it too struck an iceberg and sank. Not only were the ships' names very similar, but most on board also perished simply because there was of a lack of lifeboats.




“Once is Happenstance, Twice is Coincidence, Three Times … Enemy Action”

-- Auric Goldfinger


Interesting. Some say there

Interesting. Some say there is something called the Akashic Records. This is something that records everything that ever was, or will be. When someone once "tapped" into it, he wrote "The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ" which is a VERY interesting book, quite like the bible, but even tells the name of the street Jesus lived on. Maybe it is there, and sometimes people tap into it, without knowing..

One of my favorite

Pink Floyd songs while I was growing up... great bedtime mood music!

Interesting Post!

Row … Row … Row …

… Your Boat …


“ Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row”



Beholding Truth >> … ‘Beauty is Difficult’.

Basil Bunting, "On the Fly-Leaf of Pound's Cantos":

“There are the Alps. What is there to say about them?
They don't make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb,
jumbled boulder and weed, pasture and boulder, scree,
et l'on entend, maybe, le refrain joyeux et leger.
Who knows what the ice will have scraped on the rock it is smoothing?

There they are, you will have to go a long way round
if you want to avoid them.
It takes some getting used to. There are the Alps,
fools! Sit down and wait for them to crumble!”


Canto I
by Ezra Pound

And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
We set up mast and sail on that swart ship,
Bore sheep aboard her, and our bodies also
Heavy with weeping, so winds from sternward
Bore us out onward with bellying canvas,
Circe's this craft, the trim-coifed goddess.
Then sat we amidships, wind jamming the tiller,
Thus with stretched sail, we went over sea till day's end.
Sun to his slumber, shadows o'er all the ocean,
Came we then to the bounds of deepest water, …



" Sit down and wait for them to crumble!”

The Long way home ..

Canto I
"There they are, you will have to go a long way round
if you want to avoid them.
It takes some getting used to. There are the Alps,
fools! Sit down and wait for them to crumble!”

Shine On... You Crazy Diamonds!

"I think we are living in a world of lies: lies that don't even know they are lies, because they are the children and grandchildren of lies." ~ Chris Floyd

Homer & Ezra Pound: Idaho Silver Assayer father & Poet Son

Excellent references to many poets seeking help from Ezra Pound & in return freeing him from incarceration years later.
[TwainMark] This is where your link goes. I display by a snippet. Thank you very much.

Ezra & Homer (his father) Pound... Origin of their Money Interest

... [Ezra] Pound spent most of his life far from Idaho, his political and economic ideas derive from his family origins in the frontier mining town of Hailey, [Idaho] where the very nature of money was a hot topic of discussion.

The Wood River Valley earned more than $2 million a year—a staggering sum in those days—from mining between 1885 and 1887, when precious metals were inextricably linked to the national currency. Silver and gold were mined mostly by hardscrabble locals, yet could be processed only with the help of investors from New York and elsewhere in the East.

[TwinMark: Still true today. See: Idaho Silver & Gem Act, 2010 proposal] I docomented on DailyPaul]

Pound scholar Tim Redman of the University of Texas writes that, "We can see in Hailey the growth of the greatest political division in this country after the Civil War — the quarrel between the West and the East, between Main Street and Wall Street, between producers and financiers. This tension led to the emergence of the populist movement, which dominated public political debate at the end of the 19th century."

Homer Pound, Ezra's father, worked as an assayer in Philadelphia, testing the value and composition of precious metal ores, before being appointed as a clerk at the land office in Hailey, [Idaho]. The Pound family had both mining and farming interests in the region. According to Redman, Homer's occupation would begin a lifelong interest in economics and the nature of money for young Ezra.

Thank you for drawing more attention to Ezra Pound & all the poets that help each other through trying times.

"Men will die for poetry!" - "Dead Poet's Society," Robin Williams & Comedian, Liberty poet scholar

Ezra Pound >Eustace Mullins >Robin Williams & Christopher Reeves Gathering Poets.
Ezra Pound, Poet and Liberty Sponsor

  • Feared in text books
  • Feared by Banks
  • Feared greatly by Central Banks
  • Feared by Governments
  • Locked in Insane Asylum 13 years as political guest perhaps?
  • Know the history of the Fed; You Will Know Power of False Promise
  • Poet... Liberty minded.
  • Taught and sponsored many poets...

Link cascades to Super Poets & Superman, himself.

Disclaimer: Mark Twain (1835-1910-To be continued) is unlicensed. His river pilot's license went delinquent in 1862. Caution advised. Daily Paul

“There'll be no sleep in here tonight …”

Now some comfort for the awake class:

Terminal … ?

……………………………… Frost


- By Robert Frost
- The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.

Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.


The Fall -- Don’t Fear …The Camp-Pain

“The impeded stream is the one that sings."

— Wendell Berry

Not Scare – e


A Silver Blade Lining Clouds


The more Cow – Belle, the less fear of The Forcible Hand


'Seriously, if you were walking through hell, and had to keep going, wouldn't you want a little more cowbell to help you on your way?'


Consolation offered to one of my dearest friends on the occasion of commemorating advancing years:

Settle in to enjoy those
crisp mornings of The Fall
when sun melts Frost–e condensation early
because it's going to be a good, high, blue sky day
... and you smell wax leaving, grass turning
amethyst autumnal color bejeweled
pine needles and breakfast campfires olor amydst.

I can live a camp life N O W ... if I let it shine...
Precarious, Yes ... but when has it not been?
This edgy life must be in my nature...
Repose always 'round the next edge
... and when I clear the bend --
another encounter with unforeseen graceful serendipity as often as
inevitable obstacle.
Somehow I must transact the happy commerce of the route
amongst the best opportunities for contented joy –
Hunt and gather good people
Berry pick’n if not propagating fruitful husbandry.
I suppose it’s time to reap seasoned judgment;
But with a cultivated attitude of lightened bearing
a generous harvest moon may shine
over trampled vintage
heavy, but N O W more mystified than crushed.


On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Pass'd

On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.

--Henry David Thoreau

Solo …

……… Duet …

Constellation … Bouquet


Whispering to the grass routes – Tuft Love ;-)

Breathe In..Smell..Breathe Out

Lovely bouquet... that precious 'Tuft of Flowers'
...and a delightful morning walk off the beaten paths! Solo.. Duet..Constellation.. Bouquet... and Triple Complete Rainbows! ;-)


Fellow Travelers on Infinite Grass Routes~

Thank You Infinite Infinitor of Infinities!

"Before the infinite darkness
Came the infinite nothingness
When in one infinite moment of suddeness
All of a sudden
The infinite nothingness
Created the infinite something
Called Infinite Love
And out of that infinite love
Came the Infinite Light

And when the Infinite Light
Became Infinite Boredom
It divided itself into an infinite number of parts
Which makes you and I
No less than Infinite

So thank the Infinite Infinitor of Infinities
For all the Infinite seeds that branch out like human trees
Into an infinite network of infinite freedom
Like the infinite wind that blows upon the waves of infinite seas!" ~Alex S.Gabor

P.S. I often don't admit to near drowning and in need of resuscitation but considering the remedy ... I may change my ways and claim/admit to drowning more often! ;-)

I have a true story that goes with that which involves following my brother fly fishing up the river, falling behind and taking a shortcut where I fell into deep water near the shore... my waders filled and pulled me down! I struggled out and climbed the bank and there I lay gasping like a fish and soaking wet but denied the experience out of pride and fear of not being allowed to follow thereafter! I loved following him everywhere but he always would say "OK, you can come along.. but if you can't keep up I'm not waiting for you!" I should have learned then to stick to the middle of the river and avoid short cuts..I'll get there eventually! Even when my sight is limited due to bends and curves and distracting scenery!


Midnight Vow

"I think we are living in a world of lies: lies that don't even know they are lies, because they are the children and grandchildren of lies." ~ Chris Floyd