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Modernism is a reactionary culture, a fact that I demonstrated by pointing in detail to the works of a dozen leading Modernist figures including T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, James Joyce, W.B. Yeats, Pablo Picasso, and others. In all of these writers and artists, there was a similar rejection of all that is truly modern: a democratic capitalist society in which ordinary citizens seek freedom and opportunity for themselves and their families, including economic, religious, and political liberty.

Ernesto Di Maio is severely allergic to the yeast in leavened foods. "I have to go somewhere and hide because I will be fully covered with bumps and bubbles on the whole body," he says. "It's really brutal." Di Maio is a materials scientist at the University of Naples Federico II where he studies the formation of bubbles in polymers like polyurethane. He's had to swear off bread and pizza, which can make outings in Italy a touch awkward. "It's quite hard in Naples not to eat pizza," he explains. "People would say, 'Don't you like pizza? Why are you...

Here are two poems, not written by me, that both express in a powerful way what a lot of us have been sensing and of course what scripture clearly says-And I have added a fitting Psalm as well, enjoy- THE SECOND COMING by WB Yeats (1919) Turning and turning in the widening Gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart,the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world The blood dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere, The ceremony of innocence is drowned; the best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of...

A poem from the perspective of some "conservative" columnists who would view a McCain/Palin win as something close to apocalyptic. The Second Slumming Turning and turning pages of whiners and criers The readers did not heed their columnists Things fell apart, the centrists did not hold McCain/Palin is loosed upon the world The dim-witted tide is loosed and everywhere The Inauguration ceremony of liberalism is drowned The liberals lacked conviction while the red states Were full of passionate intensity We all thought some revelation was at hand We thought the Second Coming was at hand The Second Coming! Hardly are...

<p>It was one of W.B. Yeats's deepest beliefs that a true poet always writes out of his personal life, but only after his experience has been transmuted into a myth. "He is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete."</p>

A Pro-Life sentiment from my favorite Irish poet on this St. Paddie's Day!!! The Stolen Child WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We...