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Not Allowed To Mourn
115 words O stolzere Trauer! Ihr ehernen Altäre, Die heiße Flamme des Geistes nährt heute ein gewaltiger Schmerz, Die ungebornen Enkel. — Georg Trakl Not allowed to mourn, still we stand and grieve the...
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Sur la Lune
81 words Let’s put on monocles, protract roll call, and, in the tattered photo’s many greys, count them in striped pajamas and berets, these savant-frauds flogged by the wind of fall. Daltons,...
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Five Poems & Two Translations
679 words The Marriage of Heaven & Hell “I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to...
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The Counter-Currents 2019 Fundraiser The Struggle Continues
226 words Our goal this year is to raise $100,000 in order to expand our efforts to build a metapolitical vanguard for White Nationalism. So far, we have received 331 donations totaling $83,998.71. We...
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For Leo Yankevich: October 30, 1961 to December 11, 2018
Leo Yankevich, March 22, 2016 430 words A Glosa[1] Four lines from an abandoned poem: Come the time, a season of chaste snow, And over meadows, birds will greet the dawn, And you will see where the...
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Maverick Among Placid Cows: The Poetry of Joseph S. Salemi
Peter Paul Rubens, Two Satyrs, 1618-1619 1,430 words Joseph S. Salemi was born in New York City in 1948 and grew up in Woodside, Queens. His grandfather, Rosario Previti, was a renowned Sicilian...
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Counter-Attack
167 words On 27 January 1945 the Red Army had just been defeated in an armor engagement with the 20th Panzer Division, which was retreating to escape encirclement, slightly south of Gleiwitz in Upper...
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Queue, 1944
136 words Its weathercock covered with fresh snow, the barn is dreamy on the hill. Out of the woods, and lying low, crawl green men, in . . . in for the kill. There is no knocking at the door, only a...
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Sex in the City
110 words She finds herself all by herself in bed, a web of sunshine on the downy sheet, a wedding day of bells inside her head, a layer of cream upon her skin, her feet still sore from twenty years of...
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On Christianity
770 words Did Jesus Christ die on the cross at Golgotha to atone the sins of humanity, offering redemption to all who believed in him? Or was he a heretic Jew who attempted to reform Judaism so as to...
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The Counter-Currents 2016 FundraiserWhy We Support Counter-Currents
1,281 words Since our last update, we have had 5 donations ranging from $5 to $1,000 dollars, totaling $1,140. That brings our grand total to $43,713.94. This means that we are only $6,286.06 away...
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On the Passing of Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen 338 words My first encounter with a Leonard Cohen song was in October of 1982. I had invited a Polish exchange student to a party in my fraternity house room. He came with an acoustic...
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Veterans Hospital
84 words Some nights are never-ending hells for these old veterans in our care. We do not hand out pills, but shells, as out of battlefields they stare from over sixty years ago on far-off Guam or...
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Somewhere over Germany, 1945
30 words At the gates of heaven he did not know the names beyond the bombing bay. But many miles away he could still see the flames judging the dead in Dresden. From Leo Yankevich, Tikkun Olam and...
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“Rumour Mill”&“Wife”
176 words Rumour Mill Rumours may have reached you of my imminent demise. They’re largely true, the eyes of Don Quixote’s every love look down and almost see my flask of wine, beer, whisky, rum, fuel...
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Old South, 1932
88 words Old South, 1932 We would go down to watch the fishmongers gut the bream, father with hand on clutch, a barge with smoke and steam wed to our pickup dash, the sun bright on the river. Nettles...
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Owls
77 words The valley sinks into the mist; the yellow ring of the horizon eclipses the cornea of the sun; the ridge blooms purple on my wrist, fading, inimical and black. The earth exhales into the dusk,...
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The Pyramids of Detroit
71 words The silverfish climb walls and crawl the faded floors; eat peeled wallpaper, balls of lint in broken drawers; across veneer, find pairs of thick and chipped wenge legs, art deco chaise lounge...
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Wardrobe Restoration
99 words The art nouveau oak moulding, chipped and cracked, barely hanging from a rusty nail, begs restoration. Klimt’s young maids untacked, 1910 doors, the flailing clothing rail, fin de siècle...
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To Marcus Aurelius
150 words Good night, Marcus. Blow out the light and close your book. Where Ursa runs the stars’ alarm now fills the night. Heaven speaks to us in tongues, a barbarian’s fear-stricken shriek your Latin...
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