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“You are your own god – and are surprised when                   you find that the wolf pack is hunting you across                   the desolate ice fields of winter.”                                ― Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings Crazy old men bellowing at each other Crazy old women shrieking at us all: The Spiritus Mundi is hard at play Among the wreckage of civilization The stripping of the altars 1 is complete Holy innocence is a toilet joke And the literature of millennia Now serves as cleaning rags for The Machine An executioner, while waiting for you Pauses to admire his latest tattoo 1 cf. Eamon Duffy
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
One Mustn't Keep a Sensitive Executioner Waiting
“You are your own god – and are surprised when                   you find that the wolf pack is hunting you across                   the desolate ice fields of winter.”                                ― Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings Crazy old men bellowing at each other Crazy old women shrieking at us all: The Spiritus Mundi is hard at play Among the wreckage of civilization The stripping of the altars 1 is complete Holy innocence is a toilet joke And the literature of millennia Now serves as cleaning rags for The Machine An executioner, while waiting for you Pauses to admire his latest tattoo 1 cf. Eamon Duffy
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
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