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James HG Redekop 🏳️‍🌈
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Settling in on Canada's west coast. He/Him
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It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which Titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands as if to bless. And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall; By his dead smile, I knew we stood in Hell. With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained; Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground, And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan. "Strange, friend," I said, "Here is no cause to mourn." "None," said the other, "Save the undone years, The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours, Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world, Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair, But mocks the steady running of the hour, And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here. For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something has been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. Now men will go content with what we spoiled. Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled. They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress, None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Courage was mine, and I had mystery; Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery; To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled. Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war. Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were. I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now . . ." "Strange Meeting"
November 12, 2025 at 1:00 AM
tzoq.bsky.social
One ever hangs where shelled roads part. In this war He too lost a limb, But His disciples hide apart; And now the Soldiers bear with Him. Near Golgotha strolls many a priest, And in their faces there is pride That they were flesh-marked by the Beast By whom the gentle Christ's denied. The scribes on all the people shove And bawl allegiance to the state, But they who love the greater love Lay down their life; they do not hate. Wilfred Owen "At a Calvary near the Ancre" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/at-calvary-near-the-ancre?authuser=0
November 12, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, After the drums of time have rolled and ceased And from the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage? Or fill these void veins full again with youth And wash with an immortal water age? When I do ask white Age, he saith not so, — "My head hangs weighed with snow." And when I hearken to the Earth she saith My fiery heart sinks aching. It is death. Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified Nor my titanic tears the seas be dried." Wilfred Owen "The End" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/the-end?authuser=0
November 11, 2025 at 11:00 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, And builded parapets and trenched there, And stretched forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! and angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him. Behold, A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one. Wilfred Owen "The Parable of the Old Man and the Young" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/the-parable-of-the-old-man-and-the-young?authuser=0
November 11, 2025 at 10:01 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds - Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides, Full-nerved - still warm - too hard to stir? Was it for this the clay grew tall? -O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all? Wilfred Owen "Futility" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/futility?authuser=0
November 11, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm, Great Gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse; Sway steep against them, and for years rehearse Huge imprecations like a blasting charm! Reach at that Arrogance which needs thy harm, And beat it down before its sins grow worse. Spend our resentment, cannon,-yea, disburse Our gold in shapes of flame, our breaths in storm. Yet, for men's sakes whom thy vast malison Must wither innocent of enmity, Be not withdrawn, dark arm, the spoilure done, Safe to the bosom of our prosperity. But when thy spell be cast complete and whole, May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul! Wilfred Owen "Sonnet On Seeing a Piece of our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/sonnet-on-seeing-a-piece-of-our-heavy-artillery-brought-into-action?authuser=0
November 11, 2025 at 8:02 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death: Sat down and eaten with him, cool and bland,- Pardoned his spilling mess-tins in our hand. We've sniffed the green thick odour of his breath,- Our eyes wept, but our courage didn't writhe. He's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed Shrapnel. We chorused when he sang aloft; We whistled while he shaved us with his scythe. Oh, Death was never enemy of ours! We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum. No soldier's paid to kick against his powers. We laughed, knowing that better men would come, And greater wars; when each proud fighter brags He wars on Death, for Life; not men, for flags. Wilfred Owen "The Next War" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/the-next-war?authuser=0
November 11, 2025 at 7:03 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air; And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear. Voices of boys were by the river-side. Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad. The shadow of the morrow weighed on men. Voices of old despondency resigned, Bowed by the shadow of the morrow, slept. ( ) dying tone Of receding voices that will not return. The wailing of the high far-travelling shells And the deep cursing of the provoking ( ) The monstrous anger of our taciturn guns. The majesty of the insults of their mouths. Wilfred Owen "But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/but-i-was-looking-at-the-permanent-stars?authuser=0
November 11, 2025 at 6:01 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons No mockeries for them from prayers or bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them at all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. Wilfred Owen "Anthem for Doomed Youth" https://sites.google.com/view/jhgr-11-11/anthem-for-doomed-youth?authuser=0
November 11, 2025 at 5:03 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
[Pogo, Churchy, and Porkypine are in a punt, looking pensive] Porkypine: Y'know, it seems to me this is all backwards... We, ever'body, ought to keep our big mouths shut all the whole year long so's we'd have time to think of two minutes' worth of somethin' to say on the eleventh day of November. Pogo, 1953/11/11
November 11, 2025 at 4:01 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
Subtly downgrade a band

Mumbling Heads
danacorn.bsky.social uosdɯᴉS ɐuɐꓷ 🦄 @danacorn.bsky.social · Sep 27
Subtly downgrade a band

Walk DMC
danlansdowne.mow.haus Dan Lansdowne @danlansdowne.mow.haus · Sep 27
Subtly downgrade a band

The Cranky Blues
September 27, 2025 at 1:13 AM
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catgirlfingies.quest
Repost if you support trans people and think we're neato
Photo of Revy Photoshopped onto a transgender flag She's pointing back and looking shocked
December 23, 2023 at 12:49 AM
tzoq.bsky.social
If you see this, quote with a robot that isn't from "Star Wars", "Star Trek", "Doctor Who", or "Transformers".
The last words of Dominator Bot 13, aka Beep Boop, in the Wander Over Yonder episode "The Bot": "I Am Beep Boop"
July 6, 2025 at 6:47 AM
tzoq.bsky.social
Don't take life so serious, son... It ain't no how permanent.
May 10, 2025 at 4:07 AM
tzoq.bsky.social
Repost time. :)
goldengateblond.bsky.social shauna @goldengateblond.bsky.social · May 7
eight years ago today we all watched the glory of zendaya falling madly in love with tom holland and the internet was never the same
May 7, 2025 at 3:45 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
If you don't click through to the thread: Jordan has put together this excellent image. I may have to make it up as a sticker for my laptop...
A simple black-on-red stencil image of Max Eisenhardt, aka Mageno, the Master of Magnetism, with the caption "Magneto was right".
April 17, 2025 at 9:24 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
@99pi.org The discussion of how taxes shaped architecture reminded me of the Orpheum Theatre here in Vancouver, BC. The grand theatre entrance is on Granville Street, which was the big market street in the city a century ago when it was built. But the entrance is only 7.5m wide (about 24 ft)...
April 17, 2025 at 5:37 AM
tzoq.bsky.social
Remember the scene where Sean Connery kills the political officer before launching his bid for freedom in "The Hunt for Red October"?
joshuajfriedman.com Joshua J. Friedman @joshuajfriedman.com · Apr 10
NEW: The Trump administration wants federal supervision of Columbia University—a consent decree—which could last for years and subject the university to contempt penalties if it doesn't conform to Trump admin demands. www.wsj.com/us-news/educ...
Wall Street Journal headline: Trump Administration Wants to Install Federal Oversight of Columbia University. In an unusual move, the government is aiming to legally bind the school to changes as they negotiate over federal funding.
April 10, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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dennisbhooper.bsky.social
An @mtsw.bsky.social observation I think about a lot is that future generations absolutely will not believe that Immortan Joe predated the Trump presidency
@whitehouse on twitter: DO NOT RETALIATE AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED
April 9, 2025 at 11:10 PM
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mcjulie.bsky.social
I’ve been haunted ever since the moment I noticed this
April 9, 2025 at 4:33 AM
tzoq.bsky.social
Trump keeps talking about "America First", but how can he be taken seriously when he outsources his MAGA hats to China and his gulag to El Salvador?
April 7, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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mattythemouse.bsky.social
Counterpoint: there was no rationale for citizens united, and Elon Musk is literally everything its critics warned about coming to fruition.
Headline from The New Republic Elon Musk Is Demolishing the Rationale for Citizens United
March 25, 2025 at 2:09 AM
tzoq.bsky.social
Age yourself with a movie you saw in theaters
Punch it, Chewie!
February 24, 2025 at 6:15 AM
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bixbyte.bsky.social
November 11, 2024 at 7:50 PM
tzoq.bsky.social
Calling yourself a king doesn't make you a king. But there was a time when even the suggestion that you might want to call yourself a king would get the Senate to stab you a couple of dozen times.
templinjay.bsky.social Be Jay, Do Crimes 🦌 @templinjay.bsky.social · Feb 20
Calling yourself a king doesn’t make you king. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, holding aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the waters signifying that, by divine right you are to wield Excalibur, is how you become king.
swilua.bsky.social 🌈Dr. Frizzle @swilua.bsky.social · Feb 20
Calling yourself a king doesn’t make you king. Killing your brother and marrying his wife only to be haunted by his ghost and poisoned by his son before you manage to kill him with the poisoned blade and no one is left but some bloke named Horatio is how you become king
February 20, 2025 at 8:49 PM