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“But better, for the sake of conscience and country, to speak loudly and volubly than to remain silent or noncommittal.” Barton Swain (WSJ) ~~~~ ~ the external outlier of voluble, the extreme wings of hatred; the surround~sounding of the screams of silence of the average, the median, the susceptible who know not history | except when knotted |with the sugary irrational lies that defy lunacy| by going along to be along| how does one combat lunacy? not putting the inmates in charge of the chic, the blinded eye of universities, controverting covering your lying eyes with glue; calling black white, coating white hot honed truths with slicks and licks of oily irrational why write poetry? to ask the eyes to see? the ears to hear? to trust your senses? perhaps it is but, an only, my way when the opposition of truth is so tasty this is my louder, this is my voluble dial at the max; read it and weep! right beside me
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
But better, for the sake of conscience and country, to speak loudly and volubly than to remain silent or noncommittal.
“But better, for the sake of conscience and country, to speak loudly and volubly than to remain silent or noncommittal.” Barton Swain (WSJ) ~~~~ ~ the external outlier of voluble, the extreme wings of hatred; the surround~sounding of the screams of silence of the average, the median, the susceptible who know not history | except when knotted |with the sugary irrational lies that defy lunacy| by going along to be along| how does one combat lunacy? not putting the inmates in charge of the chic, the blinded eye of universities, controverting covering your lying eyes with glue; calling black white, coating white hot honed truths with slicks and licks of oily irrational why write poetry? to ask the eyes to see? the ears to hear? to trust your senses? perhaps it is but, an only, my way when the opposition of truth is so tasty this is my louder, this is my voluble dial at the max; read it and weep! right beside me
https://www.facebook.com/reel/1511183003869144/?fs=e&fs=e —— Lippstadt II Concentration Camp: In the summer of 1944, a women's sub-camp of Buchenwald was established in Lippstadt. The prisoners, primarily Hungarian Jewish women deported from Auschwitz, were forced to perform grueling labor in the local armaments industry (Westfälische Metallindustrie).
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
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