Captain America

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            This arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

– Walt Whitman, O Captain! My Captain!

Captain America
Politics Series
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I Just Want To Know

“Why, Jon, why?” his mother asked. “Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you’re bone and feathers!”

“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to know.”

Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Gulls in Acadia
Nature Series
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Harbinger

This is one of my images from the eclipse. Lisa and I traveled to Cadiz, Kentucky. I found a trailer that was in the woods and on a bit more than an acre of land. My friend, the Norse, came up and met us there. It was my full intention to get all of the most magnificent images that I could. That is why I chose a place with low light pollution and right in the center of the eclipse path.

But when it happened, I only got a few shots off. Because it was glorious. Truly glorious.

– ShotByNess.

Harbinger
Art Series
ShotByNess.
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NEWS: African Americans face greater risk of Alzheimer’s disease than whites

via African Americans face greater risk of Alzheimer’s disease than whites

I wonder whether the lower rates of Black Americans with dental insurance could be, at least, part of the reason for this.  Our previous post, We may finally know what causes Alzheimer’s – and how to stop it | New Scientist, if you aren’t sure what I’m talking about.

Just spitballing for now.

ShotByNess.

NEWS: We may finally know what causes Alzheimer’s – and how to stop it | New Scientist

This is most welcome news. Coming later than I wish but heading our way, nonetheless. I don’t pretend to understand all of the science involved because I am not a scientist. I do know enough to understand that the logic behind the hypothesis is sound: Porphyromonas gingivalis, the key bacteria in chronic gum disease may be the cause of Alzheimer’s.

If this does turn out to be true we will have a serious case for the universal inclusion (mandated, if necessary) of dental benefits in public and private health insurance. The dollar savings from being able to eliminate Alzheimer’s and/or dementia would be staggering. The population bubble coming behind the Baby Boomers will only make that even greater.

The relative amounts of prevention and cure come to mind.

Ounce or pound?

This will be the choice we’ll need to make should this all come to pass. I, for one, prefer ounce.

ShotByNess.

via We may finally know what causes Alzheimer’s – and how to stop it | New Scientist


Love Wins
Family Series
ShotByNess.
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Fascist CosPlay

I Explain Some Things
You will ask: And where are the lilacs?
And the metaphysics laced with poppies?
And the rain that often beat
his words filling them with holes and birds?
I’ll tell you everything that’s happening with me.

I lived in a neighborhood
of Madrid, with church bells,
with clocks, with trees.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

My house was called
the house of flowers, because everywhere
geraniums were exploding: it was
a beautiful house
with dogs and little kids.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Federico, you remember,
from under the earth,
do you remember my house with balconies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Hermano, hermano!
 
And one morning everything was burning

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

and ever since then fire,
gunpowder ever since,
and ever since then blood
Bandits with airplanes and with Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars making blessings,
… kept coming from the sky to kill children,
and through the streets the blood of the children
ran simply, like children’s blood.

You will ask why his poetry
doesn’t speak to us of dreams, of the leaves,
of the great volcanoes of his native land?

Come and see the blood in the streets,
come and see
the blood in the streets,
come and see the blood
in the streets!

Pablo Neruda, España en el corazón (Spain in the Heart)


Fasicist CosPlay
Resistance Series
ShotByNess.
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Memere

Alzheimer’s is a cruel disease.

Like a much loved jumper.

One that you have had forever, a security blanket.

Then one day, you notice that it’s beginning to get holes, that the buttons are falling off.

It doesn’t worry you at first because you expect it.

Then the loose threads appear, slowly at first, then gradually faster.

And even if you try and re-stitch them, you realise that your beloved jumper is Actually unravelling faster than you can repair it, that it is losing its shape, its form and eventually its purpose.

That all you have left is a pile of yarn – and you can’t find the beginning or the end.

Yet you know it is in there, somewhere…

Together, but apart.

‘The unravelling’ by Vivienne Anne Mackenzie Ward


Memere
Family Series
ShotByNess.
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