Anonymous ID: 5cc00d April 13, 2020, 10:52 a.m. No.8778972   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

Innocents - into what prisons are ye flung?

To what lowliness are ye bowed?

How are you ground between the laws and the customs?

The dark people of Fomor have ye in thrall; and upon your minds they have fastened a band of lead, your hearts are hung with iron, and about your loins a cincture of brass impressed, woeful!

Believe it, that the sun does shine, the flowers grow, and the birds sing pleasantly in the trees. The free winds are everywhere, the water tumbles on the hills, the eagle calls aloud through the solitude, and his mate comes, speedily.

โ€ฆCome away! come away from the cubicle, the screen and the desk, from the shop where the carcasses hang, from the broker's den and the lawyers' officesโ€ฆcome away for the dance has begun lightly, the wind is sounding over the hill, the sun laughs in the valley,the sea leaps on the sand, panting for joy, dancing, dancing, dancing

Anonymous ID: 5cc00d April 13, 2020, 11:13 a.m. No.8779120   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>8778766

Foundation for Nat Progress got a special grant from one of the SOROS foundations to continue publishing. Their mag sells about 200 copies and if stickly for kayfabe.

 

They're rotten but not very influential.

Nat Geo is real programming is influential, evil and operates tax free .

Anonymous ID: 5cc00d April 13, 2020, 11:36 a.m. No.8779279   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>8779163

lot of large estates have names.

 

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

 

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round;

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43991/kubla-khan