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All V Poems

William Blake, A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade

O'er my angel-guarded bed,

That an emmet lost its way

Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangle spray,

All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,

Do they hear their father sigh?

Now they look abroad to see,

Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:

But I saw a glow-worm near,

Who replied, 'What wailing wight

Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground,

While the beetle goes his round:

Follow now the beetle's hum;

Little wanderer, hie thee home!'

William Blake, Proverbs of Hell 

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. 

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. 

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. 

Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. 

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow. 

Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. 

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. 

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. 

The busy bee has no time for sorrow. 

The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. 

All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. 

Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth. 

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. 

A dead body, revenges not injuries. 

The most sublime act is to set another before you. 

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. 

Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Prides cloke. 

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. 

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. 

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. 

The nakedness of woman is the work of God. 

Excess of sorrow laughs. 

Excess of joy weeps. 

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. 

The fox condemns the trap, not himself. 

Joys impregnate. 

Sorrows bring forth. 

Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. 

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. 

The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod. 

What is now proved was once, only imagin’d. 

The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit: watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits. 

The cistern contains; the fountain overflows. 

One thought, fills immensity. 

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. 

Every thing possible to be believ’d is an image of truth. 

The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. 

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. 

Think in the morning. 

Act in the noon. 

Eat in the evening. 

Sleep in the night. 

He who has suffer’d you to impose on him knows you. 

As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers. 

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. 

Expect poison from the standing water. 

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. 

Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title! 

The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth. 

The weak in courage is strong in cunning. 

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. 

The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest. 

If others had not been foolish, we should be so. 

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defil’d. 

When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius, lift up thy head! 

As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. 

To create a little flower is the labour of ages. 

Damn, braces: Bless relaxes. 

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. 

Prayers plow not! Praises reap not! 

Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! 

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion. 

As the air to a bird of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. 

The crow wish’d every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white. 

Exuberance is Beauty. 

If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. 

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius. 

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. 

Where man is not nature is barren. 

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ’d. 

Enough! or Too much!

William Black, Earth’s Answer

Earth rais'd up her head,

From the darkness dread & drear.

Her light fled:

Stony dread!

And her locks cover'd with grey despair.

Prison'd on watry shore

Starry Jealousy does keep my den

Cold and hoar

Weeping o'er

I hear the Father of the ancient men

Selfish father of men

Cruel, jealous, selfish fear

Can delight

Chain'd in night

The virgins of youth and morning bear.

Does spring hide its joy

When buds and blossoms grow?

Does the sower?

Sow by night?

Or the plowman in darkness plow?

Break this heavy chain,

That does freeze my bones around

Selfish! vain!

Eternal bane!

That free Love with bondage bound.

William Blake, Love and Harmony Combine

LOVE and harmony combine

And around our souls entwine,

While thy branches mix with mine

And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,

       Chirping loud and singing sweet;

Like gentle streams beneath our feet,

Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,

I am clad in flowers fair;

       Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,

And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young;

Sweet I hear her mournful song;

And thy lovely leaves among,

       There is Love: I hear his tongue.

There his charmed nest he doth lay,

There he sleeps the night away,

There he sports along the day,

And doth among our branches play.

William Blake, Songs of Innocence, “Infant Joy”

I have no name

I am but two days old.—

What shall I call thee?

I happy am

Joy is my name,—

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy but two days old,

Sweet joy I call thee;

Thou dost smile.

I sing the while

Sweet joy befall thee.

William Blake, Poetical Sketches

Oft when the summer sleeps among the trees,

Whispering faint murmurs to the scanty breeze,

I walk the village round; if at her side

A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride,

I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe,

That made my love so high and me so low.

O should she e'er prove false, his limbs I'd tear

And throw all pity on the burning air;

I'd curse bright fortune for my mixed lot,

And then I'd die in peace, and be forgot.

TO THE MUSES.

WHETHER on Ida's shady brow

Or in the chambers of the East,

The chambers of the Sun, that now

From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair

Or the green corners of the earth,

Or the blue regions of the air,

Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,

Beneath the bosom of the sea

Wandering in many a coral grove,

Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wandring here & there

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so

Man was made for Joy & Woe

And when this we rightly know

Thro the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine

A Clothing for the soul divine

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

Or if protected from on high

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall neer get out

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner who sits so sly

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will neer Believe do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt

Theyd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may Do

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate

The Harlots cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

Dance before dead Englands Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

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Putin urges all citizens to be vaccinated against Covid-19 as Navalny supporters rally Putin said “maximum coverage” of the population by inoculation was now a priority for the country. “It is the only way to stop the deadly pandemic,” he said. “I call for all regional governments, health ministry to continue working on it. The opportunity to get vaccinated should be widely available so by autumn we would be able to develop herd immunity.” Putin also vowed to fight climate change, saying: “We must respond to climate change and adapt agriculture and industry.” He said a carbon recycling industry should be created, while strict control and monitoring should be placed on emissions. “For the next 30 years the amount of emissions should be lower than in [the] European Union,” he urged. “It’s a difficult task, considering the geography of our country, its size and structure of the economy. But I am absolutely sure it’s achievable.” As Putin was speaking, protests started in the far east of the country in support of detained opposition leader Navalny, who has been on hunger strike since March 31. He was moved this week from a penal colony to a regional hospital for prisoners east of Moscow as concerns grow over his health. Navalny’s team tweeted a photo apparently showing protesters being detained in Magadan, in Russia’s far east. OVD-Info, an independent monitoring group, reported that at least eight people had been detained in the city. Arrests have also taken place in Kahbarovsk, Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk and Irkutsk, all in Russia’s Far Eastern regions, OVD-Info said. Russia’s Interior Ministry on Monday warned people to “refrain from participating in unauthorized actions,” citing coronavirus restrictions. For months, opposition activists have been met with a harsh show of force, demonstrated most clearly on January 31, when more than 5,000 people were detained during nationwide protests in 85 cities in support of Navalny. Two close Navalny allies, his press secretary Kira Yarmysh and activist Lyubov Sobol, were detained Wednesday morning in Moscow, according to their lawyers. “The cops staged a plan of ‘interception’ and pulled Lyubov Sobol out of a taxi near the Avtozavodskaya metro station,” Sobol’s lawyer, Vladimir Voronin, tweeted. “It is still unknown where they are taking her.” Meanwhile, Yarmysh was detained at the entrance to her house as she was going to the store at a time permitted under the terms of her house arrest, according to her lawyer, Veronika Polyakova. Yarmysh is under house arrest after being accused of “violation of sanitary norms” during protests on January 23 in support of Navalny in Moscow. ‘Walking skeleton’ Navalny has been on hunger strike for three weeks, demanding “proper medical care” and to be examined by an independent doctor — something his team claims he has been unable to get in the penal colony in Pokrov. Russia’s Federal Penitentiary Service (FSIN) said in a statement Monday that he had been moved to a prison hospital that specializes in “dynamic” observation of patients. The hospital is located on the “territory” of another penal colony, in the Vladimir region. The statement said Navalny was in “satisfactory” condition and is being examined by a doctor every day. With Navalny’s consent, he has been prescribed “vitamin therapy,” the penitentiary service added. In an Instagram post shared by his team on Tuesday, Navalny joked about his current condition, saying he looked like “a walking skeleton” who could be used to scare children who refused to eat. “If you were to see me now, you would have a laugh. A walking skeleton, staggering around the cell,” Navalny said. Commenting on doctors’ concerns about a dangerously high level of potassium in his blood, he said: “You can’t just take me so easily. After ‘Novichok’ even potassium is not so terrible.” Navalny blames the Russian security services for his poisoning last year with the nerve agent Novichok. The US and European Union largely agree and have sanctioned Russian officials for their involvement. Russia denies any involvement in the poisoning. Navalny was sent to prison after a Moscow court on February 2 replaced his suspended sentence with jail time due to violations of his probation. He was arrested when he returned to Moscow from Germany, where he had been recovering from the poisoning. US words ‘not strong enough’ In an interview with CNN’s Christiane Amanpour on Tuesday, Navalny’s chief of staff, Leonid Volkov, said the Russian authorities did not want the Kremlin critic to “die in custody, but they want him to suffer.” Volkov said Navalny had been fed glucose but had returned to a hunger strike in protest against his captivity. “He’s very weak but still able to walk… and during transportation from his colony to his prison hospital, he felt very ill, was given glucose, but now he’s back on hunger strike and will keep on.” According to Volkov, Russian authorities refused to let Navalny be treated by his own medical team when they arrived earlier Tuesday at the facility where he is being kept in solitary confinement. On Sunday, US National Security Adviser Jake Sullivan said that in the event Navalny died, Russia would be held accountable and there would be “consequences.” Volkov told CNN that Sullivan’s words were “strong but not strong enough” on Navalny’s treatment. “He’s being held in prison unlawfully, he’s being tortured… he has to be immediately released and the European Court of Human Rights is part of Russia’s legal system, it has to comply,” he said. “I prefer Putin is held accountable for what happens now, before he dies.” CNN’s Anna Chernova and Zahra Ullah reported from Moscow and Laura Smith-Spark wrote from London. CNN’s Katharina Krebs and Emmet Lyons contributed to this report. Source link Orbem News #citizens #Covid19 #Navalny #Putin #rally #Supporters #urges #vaccinated

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Plan for your budget travel in 2019? Top10 Dublin Wanderlust you don’t want to miss!

How to travel around Dublin in a budget? Top10 attractions in town you don't wanna miss out on 2019！☘️ Add Dublin to your bucket traveling list with more cost-cutting tips. 

Check out the attractions below and start planning for your visit! 

Wanderlust is a guiding resource to help international students who just arrive in Dublin and want to view the city in a cool way. Started with my personal stories on the blog, I've evolved with Top 10 Dublin sightseeings you don't want to miss and some of budget tips for students. Now let's start our journey of exploring the city and I hope this little shinning guide note will benefit of your fantastic experience in Dublin! ​​

TOP 1: Trinity College

Trinity was my first spot when I just arrived in Dublin (the reason of Harry Porter lol). Founded in 1592, Trinity College  is one of the oldest university in Ireland.  The library of Trinity College is a legal deposit library for Ireland and UK, containing over 6.2 millions printed volumes andsignificant quantities of manuscripts, including the 'Book of Kells'. Also, the library ofHogwarts had been shot in Trinity library!  

Motto:

'It will last into endless of future times.'    

TIP:

FREE FOR ALL IN CULTURE NIGHT!

Open Days:

12:30-4:30 (Oct to May)  9:30-16:30 (June to Sept)

Fee:

15Euro for the Library, Free admission in College

Suggested visiting Hour:

1-2h

TOP 2: St. Stephen Green Park

If you want to take a lunch break far away from chaos in town, go to this amazing centre park surrounded by perimeter trees and shrub paints.   (But watch out the birds' turd！) Stephen Green is the most famous Victorian public park ​in the heart of town.  While the central park of St Stephen's Green is one of three ancient commons in the city, it's currently layout owes much to the restorations of the 1800s. The style of the park remains the same as hundred years ago. It's always good to chill out with friends lying on the grass in the warm sunny day!

TIP:

The Victorian bedding has the most amazing view of the park!

'Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.' ——Robot Emmet

Opening Hours: 

9am-7pm

Suggested visiting hours:

1-2h 

TOP 3:​ National Museum of Ireland

If you're interested in Viking, Iron age, Celtic history, here might be the best place for you ! The National Museum of Ireland - Archaeology, first opened in 1890 and since then it has been filling in the blanks for us through its extensive archaeological collections.  The collections include Celtic, vikings prehistoric gold artefacts and Medieval art.  Those treasury offers you a great opportunity to broaden your archaeology knowledge.

TIP:

Kingship and Sacrifice Exhibition are fascinating!

(don't judge me if you don't like it x)

Opening hours:

10-5pm Tue-Sat, 1-5pm Sun & Mon

Fee:

Free admission

Suggested visiting Hours:

2-3h

TOP 4: Grafton Street

Don't miss out the most popular shopping street in town if you are shopaholic like me (Uff...I' m not!). There are several brands, souvenir shops and cafes in this street. Entering from Stephen’s Green in the south, Grafton  Street meanders by a series of architecturally rich townhouses and you will walk down to Trinity college at the end of the street.

Suggested Visiting Hours:

Flexible but...3mins for Anti-Shopping spree!  

Recommended Places:

Café：'Bewley's Oriental’ -A favourite of poets, artists and musicians.

Dessert: 'Ginos' -Authentic Italian Gelato (Pistachio always tastes the best! If you ask mom my favourite recipe of crepes——try with nutella & banana! )

Disney store of Dublin: Live in your childhood dream.

Stephen Green Shopping Centre: Distinctive Victorian interior design.

Budget Meal deal: Busen, Xianstreet Food, Chooped (healthy choice)

TOP 5: Ha' Penny Bridge

Two minutes to walk from the bridge but 5 mins story time:

Half Penny Bridge is a pedestrian bridge built in 1816 over the River Liffey in Dublin city centre.  Before the Ha'penny Bridge was built there were seven ferries. The ferries were in a bad condition and someone call 'Wiser Walsh' (I actually can't recall the name) was informed that he had to either fix them or build a bridge. He chose the latter option and was granted the right to extract a ha'penny toll from anyone crossing it for 100 years.  The toll was increased for a time to a penny-ha'penny (That's where the name come from), but was eventually dropped in 1919.

TIP:

Notice that there are many lockers on the bridge and figure out what it means

Open:  All day

TOP 6: Phoenix Park My secret paradise in this city! Phoenix park is the natural urban park in Dublin, located 2-4km west of the city centre. It is one of the largest enclosed recreational spaces  within any European capital city!  The park includes large areas of grassland and tree-lined avenues, and since the 17th century has been home to a herd of WILD DEER! (You might find many groups of deer in any quite place in park, please don't disturb/annoy them!) TIP: 

 2hours by walk from the city centre, 20mins if you take 39A/46A in the city

(DM me on the contact form then I will tell you where the deers usually show up)

Open: All day Fee: Admission Free Suggested Visiting hours: 2-3

TOP 7: Howth Irish weather is always unpredictable. If the weather is good, you don't miss the chance to do to the seaside! ​Howth is the bay side in the north of Dublin. The best things to do in Howth actually involve being out in nature, hiking hills and eating seafood which will suit you perfectly!   Take a leisurely trip out to sea and admire all the different birds from the boat (but don't trigger those seagulls), spot some seals and see the Martello Tower. Or you can get another boat out to the islands and explore them by foot. Climb to the top of the hill and gaze out over the stunning views, or chill on the beautiful sandy beach. You can even visit a monastery that is dated back to 700 AD!

TIP:

Take Dart(rail) from Connolly Station

31bus from Dublin city centre Open: All day

TOP 8: Guinness Storehouse Alcoholic? Guinness Lover? This amazing 'Alcohol Museum' might be for you! I've been to Guinness storehouse two years ago even though Guinness isn't my favour taste of drink. But this shinning storehouse goes far more than that. They explains the history of Beer! The story is told through various of interactive exhibition areas including ingredients,brewing,transport, cooperage, advertising more! For now the building in which the Storehouse is located was constructed in 1902 as a fermentation plant for the St. James's Gate Brewery (Don't tell me you've never heard of that;) You won't feel regret to visit this place and broaden your knowledge of drinks. (Free beer in the end of the touring!) Suggested visiting hours: 2-3 Fee: 18Euro 

TOP 9: St Partick's Cathedral  I'm not a big fan of Celtic architecture, but this spectacular St Partick's Cthedral should be on your list if you want to see the most classic craic monument in the city! Founded in 1191, it's the National Cathedral of the Church of Ireland. ​ Here is a place where history is alive and tradition breathes, where lives are remembered and transformed, and where all are welcome to experience and explore the loving presence of God. TIP: 

Don't need to go to Netherland(just kidding, ofc you should!), you can find tulips surrounded by the cathedral area!

Opening Hours: 9-5pm Mon-Friday

Fee: 6Euro 

TOP 10: Temple Bar Area Finally we come to Temple Bar! Here is an area on the south bank of the River Liffey in central Dublin, It is recognised as Dublin's 'cultural quarter' and, as a centre of Dublin's city centre's nightlife, is a tourist favourite destination. ​ A genuinely warm welcome to everyone comes to Ireland , backed by first-rate modern service, is the hallmark of this friendly spot in Dublin. I will recommend those traditional Irish Music Pubs(follow the music and find our by yourself lol). Also Temple Bar prides itself with fine Live Music Sessions every day and bring together a fine sample of talented musicians from around the country. TIP: Always bring your ID if you are under 19:))) Open: 6pm-5am 

Check out the original website below and start planning your journey! 

LINK:  https://thegoodcraicguide.weebly.com/wanderlust

[bmclassahan]

The Law of Dark Angles (Fargo)

“We are not here to tell stories. We are here to tell the truth.”

The third season of Fargo begins and ends with an interrogation. The opening features a man in East Berlin being questioned for murder and claiming his innocence under the pretense of mistaken identity. The closing involves two of the season’s main characters- the shadowy villain V.M. Varga (David Thewlis, taking scenery chewing to buffet-levels) and the resolute detective Gloria Burgle (a fierce, cool Carrie Coon)- a few years after the climactic events of the season have occurred. After all this time, Burgle claims she has what it takes to send Varga to Riker’s Island for good, where he will eat nothing but mashed potatoes while she enjoys fried Snickers bars with her son at the state fair. Varga, however, claims a man will walk through the doors in five minutes and get him out, and there will be nothing she can do about it. We don’t know what happens in either situation- the German man seems likely to be accused of something he thinks he is innocent of, and in the case of Varga and Burgle, the scene ends before we know whether someone walks through the door- although we know what Varga is capable of, does that mean something will happen, or will the automatic sensors in his doorway to freedom not register a real human?

I��ve had a hard time pinning down what this season of Fargo means, and how to contextualize it within the landscape of the series. The original Coen brothers film works as the mythic ur-text for the show, providing the setting, tone, and themes that serve as the foundation for how we understand this world- the cold desolate upper Midwest environment, the black humor, and the various morality games at play. The first season reflects these elements- Lester Nygaard (Martin Freeman) is the bumbling Jerry Lundegaard (William H. Macy), and Molly Solverson (Allison Tolman) is the steady Marge Gunderson (Frances McDormand). Season two expands this template by taking us back in time, with Molly’s dad becoming a central figure, both in the local events, which center around rival crime families, and national ones, the ascendency of Ronald Reagan on the eve of the 1980s. 

For season three, series creator Noah Hawley brought us back to modern times, but with a different group of players then the first two seasons. Traces of the show’s DNA remained- characters getting in over their heads, botched crimes, some steadfast policework, some very solid Midwestern accents- but it morphed into something else, and what it became was difficult to parse, perhaps akin to exploring the dark space off the side of a familiar road. On the surface, Emmet Stussy (Ewan McGregor) seems like the character who bit off more than he could chew. Early on, he tries repaying a loan for his parking lot company, but is swiftly and mechanically denied. This V.M. Varga has more on his mind then just getting his money back, and so engineers a seamless, invisible hostile takeover of the company. 

This read the fine print why dontcha loan certainly plays into Emmet’s final fate, but what feels more significant is the arc of his relationship with his brother Ray (also played by Ewan McGregor, who, in addition to this twin billing for the ages, voices Android Minsky’s Scientist Companion in The Law of Non-Contradiction episode). The two go from cordially estranged to worse, and when it all comes crashing down it comes off as both shocking and inevitable, pitiful and sad for both parties. The twins are part of the same cosmic bind and to remove one feels like a polarity has been replaced from this familial quadrant of an alternate-universe Minnesota time and space. It seems like it should only be a matter of time before Emmet is gone too, and when Ray’s partner, Nikki Swango (a righteous Mary Elizabeth Winstead), gets the chance, it strangely feels like death would be too easy a fate- that he should have to live with the consequence of his actions (he has gotten off after a full confession too, thanks to more Varga puppet-string pulling). On this precipice though, he is saved by accident, as a cop checks out what’s happening and irrevocably changes the contours of the situation. The payback that once felt inevitable for Emmet is delayed, and the people you think will be okay are not. 

That the Stussy thread is just one of the several overlapping plotlines of season three reflects its complexity. At some points it feels like being enmeshed in a web of white noise, in which certain elements may take on greater significance or fall by the wayside. The Law of Non-Contradiction, the episode in which Burgle travels to Los Angeles to learn more about the secret past of her late stepfather, himself a once-successful science fiction writer, is one of these instances- for all the richness in the dramatic exposition here and how it deepens our understanding of Burgle and her father, it is more a detour then a significant part of the season’s forward journey. And yet it is something that feels true to the show’s anthology nature, and a critical piece of the season that adds to the whole even though it seems like negative space (and maybe it does connect back to the mysterious appearance of UFOs toward the end of season two). Burgle is investigating a murder, sure, but she is also discovering another universe. 

Having this willingness to go into another world, slightly altered from the mores and transgressions of the one we think we are familiar with, and sticking to the opening interrogator’s adage- that these are not stories here, these are fragments of truth, shattered pieces of a glass stamp display perhaps- may be the skeleton key here. 

As Varga muses, the problem is not that there’s Cain and Abel, it’s that we care. As Burgle laments, maybe the reason the automatic faucets and doors don’t recognize her is that she’s not really there. It is hard to imagine not caring, and whether we exist is a question that continues to vex us. But maybe it is just a crime we are not witness to, or a door we cannot see. The truth is out there, somewhere. 

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St. Patrick's Day Chips

Friday, March 17, 2017

When one thinks of the Irish culture, among the first things that come to mind are potatoes, leprechauns, shamrocks, charms and clovers. Here's a potpourri of these items as they relate to our favorite snack food.

Click here to learn what what Leprechauns eat

There have been two potato chip companies with the name that included "Clover," 1) Kitty Clover and 2) Clover Club. It may not be a four leaf clover, but we are halfway there. According to this web-site, http://www.inthe70s.com/food/guyspotatochips2.shtml, Kitty Clover was based on Omaha, Nebraska.

Below are some reminisces about the company by the descendents of both the owner and a long-time employee:

Terry Lippold - September 13, 2009My father, Harold Lippold revived Kitty Clover in Omaha. It was just at the end of the Depression; he was 18 and could not get a job. He bought a defunct company with the logo; a witch’s cauldron sized copper pot, a case of printed bags, a stapler and a hand potato peeler for $150. He pealed, sliced, cooked, bagged and delivered the bags himself. Nobody knew what potato chips were at that time. He could not sell them so he placed them on consignment by walking to all the local restaurants, bars, theaters etc. He traded 40% of the business to my grandfather, Fred Lippold and 20% to my grandmother Louvana for a 50% interest in their car so he could expand. As he grew the business, his mom became the bookkeeper and his dad quit his job as a pharmacist to build the world's larges potato chip company. They only served nine states and the per capita consumption was about 30 pounds per person. Dad retired at the age of 42. The trade magazines could never figure out why he had such extreme success. It was that he never scrimped on ingredients. Kitty Clover became so large and powerful, he could have his own strain of potato grown in Idaho and have them brought directly to his plant on 24th street in Omaha. He used only corn oil for the best flavor. I remember as a kid standing next to the metal conveyor belt and grabbing the hot chips just after they rose from the oil and moving through a shower of salt. You think they were good from the grocer. I can still taste those hot ones 50 years later!Bill Lippold - December 20, 2009 - My father, Robert C. "Bob" Lippold took over Kitty Clover in Kansas City upon the death of his father, my grandfather, when I was two months old. The old plant was located in Westport and later was moved to their newly built facility on Clary Blvd. The name was changed to "Clary House" (I was just a kid when they had their name-changing pow-wow in our basement/rec room)as they had expanded to include Cardinal potato chips out of St. Louis as well. Yes, I believe the little toys with the little plastic balls were theirs...not for sure though but, I DO know as kids, dad paid us to stuff pens and other giveaways into plastic bags while at home for pay. We were also lucky enough to meet many of the KC Chiefs players and even made a commercial with Len Dawson...kind of cool. Funny thing, Guy Caldwell (Guy's chips) lived just a block or two over from us...nice man. Oh yeah...nothin' better than hot chips right from the assembly line!Steve McAlpine - November 21, 2014 -

My dad started working for Kitty Clover when he got out of the military.He started as a route driver and retired as the General Manager for Kitty Clover, and had the duty of shutting down the old plant on Martha. After the company got bought out by Fairmont, Colboro, and others - we got transferred as a family from regional chip company to company for my dad to run the plants in St Louis, Minneapolis, Rockford, and others. My dad just turned 90 and still talks with love about the company, the product, and still craves the smell from the plant. As a kid I used to sneak out and snag fresh chips off the production line and there never was a better taste. If you ever brought home or mentioned you ate a Frito-Lay product, Pringle, or other company's chip - you got a lecture from my dad. Now it's all national products that are the same, and my dad actually said that he would rather have me eat Old Dutch - which years ago would have caused a beatingTerry Lippold - July 07, 2014 -

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Oh, Yes! There are comments from people wishing they could find the original recipe. I happen to know it. Dad regularly bragged that it was simply, just corn oil and salt. No preservatives or any other flavors. He used to make us potato chip sandwiches for lunch sometimes by heating corn oil in a big pot and dropping in ultra thick slices of potatoes. He salted them and put them on bread. The four of us kids loved them. Today, I would use some interesting bread like rye, cinnamon swirl or any gourmet bread.Terry Lippold - July 07, 2014 - Years after dad (Harold Lippold) sold Kitty Clover (in 1955) and Fairmont Foods fired all the Lippolds, changed the recipe and failed, I thought about approaching dad with the idea that I would hire as many Lippolds who wanted to join me and build a new company called Kitty Clover Two. I would have emblazoned the bag with the words "Original Recipe" on it. It is amazing that after all these years, there are so many people who remember how much they liked them. I have lots of memories about the products and the company and it is so good to hear those compliments about my family. Thank you all.

See the photo from 1937 of two unidentified women staffing a Kitty Clover Potato Chip booth at a food show in the Omaha City Auditorium.

Read about the building that from 1950 to 1963 was the Kansas City factory for Omaha based Kitty Clover.

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The July 17, 1952 edition of the Omaha World-Herald (Published as Sunday World-Herald) includes a full page about Kitty Clover as part of the opening of Kitty Clover's new plant and an open house invitation to the public.

The Nebraska State Historical Society has the following summary of the history of Fairmont including its demise.

In 1975 the corporation was moved to Houston, Texas when its U-TOTEM convenience store subsidiary became more profitable than the food products divisions. In 1980 Fairmont Foods merged with a subsidiary of American Financial Corporation of Cincinnati, Ohio. From 1980-1984 all of Fairmont Foods properties and subsidiaries were either sold or progressively closed.

Special thanks to Librarian Martha Grenzeback of the W. Dale Clark Main Library in Omaha, Nebraska for all of her help in gathering the history of Kitty Clover.   The second company with Clover in its name was Clover Club. It was based in Kaysville, Utah on a five acre lot and was founded by Hod and Clover Sanders in 1938. Clover sold her prized piano to raise capital. In addition to Utah, the chips sold in Arizona, New Mexico and Montana and later the company acquired companies in Texas and Colorado. It vertically integrated by buying its own potato farms and controlling its own trucking to expand to 13 states. See the photos of Hod Sanders inside the plant, the Clover Club booth at the grocers' convention.

Their tagline was "For the Appetites of the West." You can read more about its history by clicking here or here. After being subject of a number of acquisitions beginning in 1983, in 2015, Clover Club was purchased by Manuel Fine Foods of Utah and the brand is still distributed. Their site is here. Special thanks to McKayla Herron of the Research Center of the Utah State Archives & Utah State History for her help in gathering the history of Clover Club. For those of you who prefer pure Irish to Nebraska or Utah, here is the web-site to Keogh's Farm which is based in North County Dublin, Ireland. The family has been growing Irish potatoes for over a century and now cook's crisps (chips) in small batches including such Irish flavors as Shamrock and Sour Cream, Dubliner Irish Cheese & Onion, and Roast Beef & Irish Stout.  Here is their site.

Learn more about the 2012 launch of the Shamrock flavored chip by clicking here. Nothing is more Irish than Guiness. Their beer flavored chips are now available in the US thanks to an agreement with Burt's Potato Chips, a British snack food company.   Read About them. See the recipe for Pot O Gold Salsa on Pinterest, and another recipe for Shamrock Chips, by clicking here. In 2001, Disney made a remake of a 1948 film called Luck of the Irish. In the movie, Grandad O'Reilly (played by Henry Gibson) is said to have invented potato chips and owns the Emerald Isle Potato Chip Company in Ireland.

Since Ireland is known for its potatoes and potatoes have eyes, there is only one song for St. Patrick's Day. Enjoy Emmet Cahill singing "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling."

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“Black Like” by Javon Mays

In the wake of Compton-born, Stanford graduate Richard Shermon’s post-game rant My high school football teammates’ mother offered a sentiment via Facebook It reads: “Richard Shermon, what a piece of shit. This is what happens when you let them out the ghetto.”

I bet you want me to be a particular kind of black, don’t you? Not the threatening kind Not the angry woman going off in Wal-Mart Not boys arguing on the bus You know? The kind that’s not dark enough to eat you The kind that swallow you to make direction become unknown I bet you’re the type with stars in it Dressed in Bill Cosby sweaters and Oprah suits, but not like the ocean’s bottom The coffee with cream The “I Have a Dream” type of black I bet you want me proper speaking, Pants above my ass, in slacks kind of black Just black enough for you to pose in a picture with on your vacation to Jamaica Instagram-shot-with-an-African-baby black I bet you want me to twerk at the art gallery while you drink white wine on Thirst Fridays And I bet you are the type of black to win you the Super Bowl, Not Richard Shermon black, not Jameis Winston black, not Deshawn Jackson black Just black enough to still be cute That’s So Raven black Adoptable black Not black enough to scare you Just black enough to where you kid can wear his football jersey Not make you walk, clutched purse, in a hurry I bet you want Grandma’s wisdom black Your black friends Your black coworkers Your black person that you use as an example every time you want people to believe you’re not racist

Quick question: When a black male tells a white lie, do we call this purgery? Or when a white lie black mails a black male, do we call this history? When a white male tells a black lie, what do we call this? George Bush Your father Whatever let the Klan fall out of your mouth on Facebook, ma’am Here in lies the problem Ladies who have decided that their tongues are not worth checking While young men like Jameis Winston takes speech development classes Richard Sherman to be less Compton and more Stanford And I know what lives inside of you We have seen your fangs and komodo saliva before We have seen you throw fire and try to extinguish it with apology As if the wind hadn’t picked up I wanna tell every young athlete To go be as black and beautiful as overexposure will let you So go ahead Serena, crib-walk all over the US Open Lebron, Harlem Shake all over the NBA Championship Gabby, rock a natural top on top of Olympic podiums and be blasphemous black Until Michelle and Barack rock soul ‘fros and fist picks Until nappy headed boys and girls realize That one when they win the Superbowl or the National Chamionship That it is in fact their moment So quote God, my brother Malcolm, Ali, Tell them that you’re the greatest until the cringe so strong That they spill out all of their ugly Until their Twitter pages swell up like Emmet Till in the mouth of the Tallahatchie Because we know at the base of this is fear and trust me ma’am Black knows fears We know the rows and rows of shark teeth you were born with ma’am We know how you rosewood whispers can rumble like a southern manhunt Ma’am, we know what it feels like to walk through your gated communities with hoodies on I bet it feels a whole lot like you must feel walking through our hoods Except I don’t recall anybody taking your life So tighten your aprons, ‘cause we aren’t black enough to leave fingerprints We are not black enough to eclipse your sun

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“Black Like” by Javon Mays

In the wake of Compton-born, Stanford graduate Richard Shermon’s post-game rantMy high school football teammates’ mother offered a sentiment via FacebookIt reads:“Richard Shermon, what a piece of shit. This is what happens when you let them out the ghetto.”I bet you want me to be a particular kind of black, don’t you?Not the threatening kindNot the angry woman going off in Wal-MartNot boys arguing on the busYou know? The kind that’s not dark enough to eat youThe kind that swallow you to make direction become unknownI bet you’re the type with stars in itDressed in Bill Cosby sweaters and Oprah suits,but not like the ocean’s bottomThe coffee with creamThe “I Have a Dream” type of blackI bet you want me proper speaking,Pants above my ass, in slacks kind of blackJust black enough for you to pose in a picture with on your vacation to JamaicaInstagram-shot-with-an-African-baby blackI bet you want me to twerk at the art gallerywhile you drink white wine on Thirst FridaysAnd I bet you are the type of black to win you the Super Bowl, Not Richard Shermon black, not Jameis Winston black, not Deshawn Jackson blackJust black enough to still be cuteThat’s So Raven blackAdoptable blackNot black enough to scare youJust black enough to where you kid can wear his football jersey Not make you walk, clutched purse, in a hurryI bet you want Grandma’s wisdom blackYour black friendsYour black coworkers Your black person that you use as an example every time you want people to believe you’re not racistQuick question:When a black male tells a white lie, do we call this purgery?Or when a white lie black mails a black male, do we call this history?When a white male tells a black lie, what do we call this?George BushYour fatherWhatever let the Klan fall out of your mouth on Facebook, ma’am

Here in lies the problemLadies who have decided that their tongues are not worth checkingWhile young men like Jameis Winston takes speech development classesRichard Sherman to be less Compton and more StanfordAnd I know what lives inside of youWe have seen your fangs and komodo saliva beforeWe have seen you throw fire and try to extinguish it with apologyAs if the wind hadn’t picked upI wanna tell every young athleteTo go be as black and beautiful as overexposure will let youSo go ahead Serena, crib-walk all over the US OpenLebron, Harlem Shake all over the NBA ChampionshipGabby, rock a natural top on top of Olympic podiums and be blasphemous black Until Michelle and Barack rock soul ‘fros and fist picksUntil nappy headed boys and girls realizeThat one when they win the Superbowl or the National Chamionship That it is in fact their momentSo quote God, my brother Malcolm, Ali,Tell them that you’re the greatest until the cringe so strongThat they spill out all of their uglyUntil their Twitter pages swell up like Emmet Till in the mouth of the TallahatchieBecause we know at the base of this is fear and trust me ma’amBlack knows fearsWe know the rows and rows of shark teeth you were born with ma’amWe know how you rosewood whispers can rumble like a southern manhuntMa’am, we know what it feels like to walk through your gated communities with hoodies onI bet it feels a whole lot like you must feel walking through our hoodsExcept I don’t recall anybody taking your lifeSo tighten your aprons, ‘cause we aren’t black enough to leave fingerprintsWe are not black enough to eclipse your sun