Author Archives: GW

To A Louse

TWEET TWEET

TWEET TWEET TWEET

We do not normally concern ourselves with clownish parodies of wrath, yet for the odious Donald Trump, we must make an exception. It seems that The Donald wishes to fire all of Scotland after the unruly Scots elected Michael Forbes as their “top Scot”, in an annual award sponsored by the distillers of Glenfiddich malt whisky.

Mr. Forbes has become well known in recent years for his refusal to cast his small farm into the black hole of Mr. Trump’s vision of the future – an endless golf course flanked by casinos, jetports and McMansions. Despite Mr. Trump’s furious attempts to defame, intimidate and ridicule, Mr. Forbes would not be shoved off his land.

YOU'VE BEEN TRUMPED

YOU’VE BEEN TRUMPED

William Grant & Sons, the parent company for Glenfiddich, released the following statement clarifying the process of selection (DP editorial emphasis added):

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To which the infinitely vain Mr. Trump tweeted, via that medium which so perfectly fits his temperament:

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Yes, Mr. Trump, Michael Forbes has indeed been a louse in your bonnet, and we thus offer you Robert Burns’ famous ode to said lowly beast, read by a DP Kindred Spirit:

O FOR SOME RANK, MERCURIAL ROZET

O FOR SOME RANK, MERCURIAL ROZET

In an interview published on the “Green” blog of the New York Times this past August , Anthony Baxter, the director of the film You’ve been Trumped, made the following assessment of the story as it continues to unfold:

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THIS IS NOT TEE TIME

NOT THEIR CUPPA TEE

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THE CORE SEMIOTIC

THE CORE SEMIOTIC

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We favor the western island malts here at DP, yet we shall crack a bottle of Glenfiddich and drink a few toasts to Top Scot Mr. Forbes, and to all those who stubbornly stand their ground in the face of vanity. As for Pennywise Trump, he would do well to meditate upon another poem:

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EIGHTEENTH HOLE PAR 5

EIGHTEENTH HOLE PAR 5


Transparent and Obscure

i’VE SEEN A DYING EYE

From the first chapter of Emerson’s Nature, we track the Transparent Eye-ball, a track that begins in daily intercourse with heaven and earth.

Sun and season conduct the tempers of the mind; wild delight set against impertinent grief.

Time now to cross the bare ground, better to convey the electricity of Emerson’s synaptic jumps in perfect exhilaration:

CROSSING THE BARE COMMON

Melville would later take the electrified optics of the transparent eye-ball to sea, lodged inside the head of Ahab, eventually to intercourse with The Candles:

ACHING EYEBALLS

When the lightning comes, Ahab leaves the common ground to become the pure spirit of oblivion, currents of the Universal Being coursing through his broken body:

The aching eyeballs fuse with some unsuffusing thing  :

INCOMMUNICABLE RIDDLES

SKY-LICKING PLATFORM

In his blistering critique of human solipsism Straw Dogs, John Gray writes:

Gray quotes Fernando Pessoa, from The Keeper of Flocks:

Of course, Emerson is no stranger to the mystical woods:

COLORS OF THE SPIRIT

Yet Emerson also understands the projections of the Solipsist. The eye cannot escape its I, just as Nature has no within.

And finally, eight lucid lines from the unblinking I of Emily Dickinson, in search of something, as it seemed:


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