Thither thou know’st the world is best inclined
Where luring Parnass most his sweet imparts,
And truth conveyed in verse of gentle kind
To read perhaps will move the dullest hearts
The faces of Custer’s last stand at Little Bighorn. A few of the martyrs who died on Last Stand Hill who I could find photographs of:🧵🧵🧵
Elmer Babcock
Henry Allen Bailey
Bloody Knife
Bobtail Bull
It is a shame that most of the proper Hellenists on this website are some form of jaded homosexual. Cevafys all, but without the dignity or the heart.
We shall work to stunt this trend. The light of Byzance and of Beatrice shall be our guide.
Salvation is found in silence, in the still and the quiet. Hell sounds her scrannel trumpets and heaven whispers her prayers.
We shall not be a serious society until we ban the playing of recorded music in public and any sound above 60db. Players of rap shall be disemboweled.
I believe that the Divine cannot fail to be present in anything truly beautiful, whether it lies with jew or gentile, the mean or the meek.
But truly the finest and best, that which weds Beauty with Love, I have found at the altar. I know not where to find its equal.
Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
Illumin, what is low raise and support;
I shall and will know thee, Unknown One,
Who searchest out the depths of my soul,
And blowest through my life like a storm,
Ungraspable, and yet my kinsman!
I shall and will know thee, and serve thee.
For all my best efforts I cannot wrest a stubborn confidence in the Brotherhood of Man from my heart. From this I derive my affection for the Rus, the Rascian, and the Asiatic.
Faith be my guide, Love lead my heart, and Wit flap my tongue.
@aristophaneet A complicated figure but a humble one with a soul. I see no humility in the brute vitalism of many Apollo-hailing commentators. I see the Greek gentleman in the straw hat, and I cannot help but see beauty in his Elegies on the Liturgy.
@aristophaneet That he was an ardent and sensuous homosexual there is no doubt, but he had heart of a certain Christian humility despite all. His erotic sensuality spars with the sensuousness of the liturgy and his heart sings with the latter.
“I tell no lies about dead men. These men who came with the Long Hair (Custer) were as good men as ever fought. The Long Hair stood like a sheaf of corn with all the ears fallen around him.…He killed a man when he fell. He laughed [as he died]”. -Sitting Bull
“Every creature casts a shadow
under the sun’s golden fingers.
But as the sun sinks past the waving grass,
some shadows are dragged along.”
150 years ago today: Custer’s last stand.