Song of Myself. Won't you help support Day. Poems? 1. 81. 9- 1. I celebrate myself, and sing myself. And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul.

I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their. I, now thirty- seven years old in perfect health begin. Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance. Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten.

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard. Nature without check with original energy. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with. I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the. It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it.

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked. I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath. Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love- root, silk- thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing. The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and. The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of.

A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms. The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag. The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields.

The feeling of health, the full- noon trill, the song of me rising. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through.

This is a guest post by 'Seamus Finn' and entry in our non-fiction writing contest. Hello fellow survivalists / preppers, this is Seamus Finn, writing to you from the.

You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul.

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There was never any more inception than there is now. Nor any more youth or age than there is now. And will never be any more perfection than there is now. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Watch Journey 2: The Mysterious Island HD 1080P. Urge and urge and urge.

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Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.

To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical. I and this mystery here we stand. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen. Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age. Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they. I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean. Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be.

I am satisfied- -I see, dance, laugh, sing. As the hugging and loving bed- fellow sleeps at my side through the night. Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes.

That they turn from gazing after and down the road. And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent.

Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Trippers and askers surround me. People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and.

I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love. The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill- doing or loss. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news.

These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am. Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary.

Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest. Looking with side- curved head curious what will come next. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.

I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning.

How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me. And parted the shirt from my bosom- bone, and plunged your tongue.

And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own.

And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own. And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women.

And that a kelson of the creation is love. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and. A child said What is the grass? How could I answer the child?

I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord. A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt. Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see. Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Growing among black folks as among white. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men. It may be if I had known them I would have loved them. It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers. Darker than the colorless beards of old men.

Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues. And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken. What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the. And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses. And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?

I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. I pass death with the dying and birth with the new- wash'd babe, and. And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good. The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.

I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth. I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and. They do not know how immortal, but I know.).

Prepare for a large- scale nuclear EMP attack over North- America. This is a guest post by “Seamus Finn” and entry in our non- fiction writing contest. Hello fellow survivalists / preppers, this is Seamus Finn, writing to you from the beautiful, French- speaking province of Québec, Canada. Some of you might already have considered the risks of a large- scale EMP attack over North- America. To the few of you who have not, this is but a small amount of information that might help you survive an EMP- related TEOTWAWKI.

The author does not consider himself to be an expert about this matter, but would like to share his little bit of wisdom about what he sees as the most potential survival scenario to happen in the next few years, months maybe. First of all, here are some frequently- asked questions about EMP attacks. Would an EMP affect items that are unpowered at the moment of the pulse? Answer : Yes, it would definitely ruin any unpowered, printed- circuit, technological item that remains unprotected at the very moment of TEOTWAWKI. Would a homemade Faraday cage protect my equipment? Answer: It depends.

Most industrial/military Faraday cages rely on a self- sufficient, internal power- supply that would, too, remain unaffected by an EMP attack because it is self- protected inside the Faraday cage. Most homemade designs I have seen consist of a . The idea of making a survival Faraday cage is good, but the cage needs some specifics to be considered : The size of each hole in the cage must be smaller than the wavelength of the pulse/excess charge. The power supply of the cage must be DC and placed inside of it, because the 3 waves of particles that follow an EMP attack can last from 2 to several minutes, so it’s very likely that a power- supply located outside the cage would only protect the content for about 5 nanoseconds. It needs not be grounded.

Actually, it is better not be. Partial Faraday Cages (such as a microwave oven or a car) MAY protect items that are inside. Since it is impossible to really test a Faraday cage, don’t rely on it too much. How likely is it that a rogue country would detonate a nuclear device above North America?

Answer : Well, if I was a psychopathic, red- button- owning, aggressive dictator, I definitely would. Most countries do NOT have sufficient nuclear power to set ablaze large countries such as the United- States or Canada.

The best and most reliable way to ruin these countries, considering they completely depend on electricity, would be to launch a 1. MT nuclear warhead in space above North- America (see graph), rather than destroy MAYBE 0. Hiroshima. So here comes the main topic.

I know very few survivalists who would completely refute the risk of such an attack on American soil (or space). Since it is one of the most credible man- caused TEOTWAWKI scenarios, I strongly suggest that every survivalist consider it when prepping. In this matter, this text will focus on how to adapt to the possibility of an EMP attack and the best ways to survive it if it were to happen. The very first thing to do when prepping for such an event is to acquire skills and knowledge about the way an EMP attack would affect a post- industrialized country such as the United- States. Know that electric centrals would stop generating power. Most cars would completely stop working (forget about your nice automatic transmission sedan or pickup truck, pals), television, radio and Internet news networks as well as government emergency signals would be off, there would be no more running water and oil/gas facilities would stop working. Since urban citizens do not produce their own food, the cities would be full of hunger- driven rioters and raiders.

It would be a nightmare to live in a city after the first 4. Considering this, a good prepper needs to plan his bugging out routine according to the situation.

Rural citizens, on the other hand, would be mostly unaffected by riots and chaos, unless there is a large city less than a hundred miles around. A good prepper needs to learn skills and knowledge about how to work things out when completely off the grid. Basic skills such as gardening, power- generation, raising livestock and building structures are essential, but gathering and preserving food, as well as treating water on a long- term basis must not be neglected. So now, how can someone survive such a crisis? Let’s focus on getting out of the city for a minute.

Remember, your car doesn’t work. Actually, less than 1% of the cars would keep working after an EMP. Only some pre- 9. EMP attack. And let’s say the pulse happened during the 4pm rush- hour.

ALL roads are blocked by idle, useless vehicles. So unless you go by foot or on a bicycle, you better bug- in. Plan on having a good- ol’ pickup truck and pray that the blast would occur at night. Still, let’s say you don’t have a running vehicle. You must go by foot.

How far is your bug- out location? A hundred miles? You better have cached supplies on the way, or you might just die of dehydration while bugging out.

Is your flashlight affected by an EMP? If so, forget about nighttime traveling, you’ll be walking with the sun, pal. Buy yourself an oil lantern or risk having a shortage of light, especially during short days in winter. Okay, you’re at your BOL, what now?

Did you buy/build a manual water pump inside your shelter? If not, you’ll need to walk all the way to the nearest stream and then back to your shelter with several gallons of water, which is very energy and time- consuming. Did you plan on having a radio working? If not, better start building a Faraday cage right now. No guarantee it will work, but it’s sure as hell better than NOT having one. Don’t forget to install your power supply inside the cage, or you’ll have a very bad surprise when the grid goes down.

Sun goes down again; do you own candles, lanterns and other “antiques”? Did you spend most of your prepping budget on high- tech gear? A 2. 00$ red- dot rifle sight is good, but you could also buy a basic scope instead. Or about a month of food supplies for the same price.

All these questions, a rural prepper must also ask himself. To rely on electricity is to trust international corporations and a corrupted government when it comes to basic needs such as eating, drinking and heating your home. A hobo stove is good, but a cast- iron wood stove is better, and you can use the chimney conducts to heat ALL of your home with these hot pipes. And you know the best?

It’s less expensive than your brand new, flat- screen TV! WOW! On a serious note now: remember Katrina. If a regional- scale event caused such a chaos on a mid- sized city, imagine what it would do if the whole east- coast was to be in the dark for a year. Most people would DIE or evacuate. Some would die trying to stand their ground, others would bug- out and maybe make it. But what if help never comes?

What if you spend a whole year waiting for federal troops to restore order, while you had NO WAY of knowing that they have been sent away in another country for a large- scale war? If you think you are ready for an EMP attack, you are wrong.

You can only be less unprepared. Be wise, be self- sufficient, be geared, and pray that it never happens. This is an entry in our nonfiction writing contest – This contest will end on June 2.