A Denim Company Stole One Of My Favorite Poems

Pioneers! O Pioneers! -Walt Whitman

COME my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within,
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Colorado men are we,
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood intervein'd,
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O resistless restless race!
O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Raise the mighty mother mistress,
Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,
(bend your heads all,)
Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon'd mistress,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

See my children, resolute children,
By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,
Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

On and on the compact ranks,
With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill'd,
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O to die advancing on!
Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill'd.
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the pulses of the world,
Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,
Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Life's involv'd and varied pageants,
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

I too with my soul and body,
We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Lo, the darting bowling orb!
Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,
All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you daughters of the West!
O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Minstrels latent on the prairies!
(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your work,)
Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Not for delectations sweet,
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,
Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock'd and bolted doors?
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding on our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Till with sound of trumpet,
Far, far off the daybreak call-hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind,
Swift! to the head of the army!-swift! spring to your places,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Link De Jour

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Line of the week

Courtesy of my new job trainer:

(when discussing lockout keys) "You got to find that sweet spot before you force it in. Otherwise you'll just break it off."

I literally had to stop myself mid-breath from saying "Oh, you have no idea."

The Flaming Lips "Embryonic"

This is more Flaming Lips than most Flaming Lips albums. I think they finally realized that they can be accepted for who they are as we are now living in some sort of fucked up Captain Beefheart era of electronic indie music. I mean, just look at they're album cover:

I'm pretty sure they get it now. But god damn, I miss At War With The Mystics.

Obama does Norway

It took me at least an hour to finally absorb the concept that the first president since Teddy Roosevelt has won a Nobel Peace Prize while his administration was still in office.

Within 12 hours of this news, the backlash and lack of understanding behind this is drowning Tea-Party-ers and moderates alike.

So here's what I've gathered;

We all know that Jimmy Carter and Teddy Roosevelt both received peace prizes for their work during their administrations.
as i can't think of anyone else of major political influence pushing as diplomatic unitarity leader, the choice has led to him.

The major difference between Carter/T.R. and Obama is Obama was not awarded for a specific event.

Carter received his for brokering a peace deal between Israel and Egypt in the 1970s

Teddy Roosevelt received his for brokering the Treaty of Portsmouth during the Russo-Japanese War


to Obama's credit no one right now is as influential as he is in having the western and non-western powers pay attention to a diplomatic agenda.

Bush definitely attempted to but was too close to a conviction that was mislead (and I'm not saying this with bias, but with empirical fact) and was only able to create a stronger allied defense i.e. NOT technically peace.


People need to stop getting upset about this because people who complain over EVERY SINGLE FUCKING laureate usually doesn't have a strong conviction to global diplomacy (as well, neither do I. on the scale between 1 and Non Interventionist , I'm a Couldn't-Care-Less-About-Foreign-Policy-ist.)

However to accept a legacy's criteria, even on something you don't care about, is just something to learn. In fact, if you honestly don't understand how the Nobel Prize concept is rationalized, then why are you even getting angry?

As Bert Gordon said to Sarah Packard in The Huslter, "So don't make trouble, Miss Ladybird. Live and let live! While you can. I'll make it up to you."

Morons

This is like watching two monkeys trying to fuck a football

Vampire Weekend's "Contra"

This album is either going to be fantastic, or its going to prove that the Paul Simon's popularity reemergence has proven to be fucked out.

There is no middle ground!

This is what happens when you don't have class or work on Friday. i.e. viral marketing research.

It's a little unnerving when you click on advertisements.

This morning my facebook newfeed (I am god damn trendy) had something about one of my lady friends (not my special lady friend, I'm just trying to help her conceive) had "voted" on a "poll" from Macy's Department Stores.

"Ok, I'll bite." I said to myself. After all, I am a viral marketing bitch.

The question to answer for said poll was "What's your key look?"

I have no fucking clue what that means.

The different choices were "classic black", "animal instinct", and "forever plaid"

Now I'm guessing that you have to choose between a fat person, a creepy person, and a Scotsman.

I chose "animal instinct".

WRONG FUCKING ANSWER.

With a grand total of 11%, I am of the least popular demographic of nearly 17,000 bored mostly women and the coffee drinking man in his underwear (does that change the context?) providing the lord's public relations work. The most popular group was the "classic black" people. Those bastards are fucking going down.

And now here's the creepy part.

anyways, after you take this "quiz" you can leave a comment, which I don't. But many chose to anyways. So I begin clicking on the more... enthusiastic... ones. Now I'm staring into the ego-oriented face of those not realizing they are publicity's bitch.

For example, actual "testimonies":

"forever plaid ohh yeah and 1st ! :)♥" (Ok, this girl is admittedly a teenager, so I suppose her enthusiasm could be considered endearing)

"always bet on black baby ;)" (when I clicked on this person's picture, I accidently yelled "gahh!" and I heard my roommate jump in his bedroom next door. The desperation of "single and 40" was written with a sharpie all over this photo.)

"obvs black its all i wear to work" (what confuses me here is her ability to be employed and still chooses to use the term "obvs")

"Classic Black... that's me." (ok I actually like this person's comment. simple and to the point and proud of her flag)

My favorite:

"BLACK!!" (her enthusiasm caught me off guard with this one)

THE WINNER:

"Can't g wrong with classic black. I HATE plaid....so ugly and country/hoedown looking. A little animal print is okay sometimes, but too much looks trashy."

(personally I think a lot of animal print looks fantastic. When I leave my apartment in the morning I like to have people think there's a zebra running out of B4 in a dead sprint to the bus stop.)

(also I didn't forget the "o" in "go". this woman actually misspelled "go" for all of Macy's PR department to see)