[LaBelleDameSansMerci]

Now, now, now. Don't be squeamish. The lid is closed. There will be no tarted-up corpse to blight the view. All is pastel. All is soothing. The Four Seasonssoftly in the background......

Shine, Perishing Republic

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,

I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence;
and home to the mother.

You making haste, haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it
stubbornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.

But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the
thickening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there
are left the mountains.

And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught -- they say --
God, when he walked on earth.

-- Robinson Jeffers

(Okay, Okay I'll admit that Jeffers is not always palatable. But at this poignant moment in history can we not be as large in our poetic tastes as in our tastes in booze?)

[Zviadist]

Pssst, I hate to do this but I think there is need for an usher in here. The riff-raff who bloody well killed the chap have made their way into this solemn occasion and are displaying the weapons that caused the downfall in the first place. You surely cannot allow this armchair rabble, this post-modern sludge a place at this occasion?

But again, they will kick their way in if not invited. That is just their kind. No attention to the modesty required those of low birth. Those of low birth have kicked in the door and kicked in our heads. They are jumping with boots on every face remotely human. They are not smart, of course, or cultured, but they do know how to take directions and they do know how to do as their told.

They know how to line up properly.

[Alain Chartier]

Jeffers does require a strong stomach at times. Still, he says what needs to be said.

So Many Blood Lakes

We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were slipped in. We have levelled the powers
Of Europe, that were the powers of the world, into rubble and dependence. We have won two wars and a third is coming.

This one--will not be easy. We were at ease while the powers of the world were split into factions: we've changed that.
We have enjoyed fine dreams; we have dreamed of unifying the world; we are unifying it--against us.

Two wars, and they breed a third. Now guard the beaches, watch the north, trust not the dawns. Probe every cloud.
Build power. Fortress America may yet for a long time stand, between the east and the west, like Byzantium.

--As for me: laugh at me. I agree with you. It is a foolish business to see the future and screech at it.
One should watch and not speak. And patriotism has run the world through so many blood-lakes: and we always fall in.