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  1. Viaduc de Millau White steel sails beyond the clouds, Straight and perfect, light; Once aimless hills now stand together To bear man's vision bright.
  2. When I first saw this great new creation on TV I thought of sails, of lightness, then of guiltless, free, unburdened happiness. What a beautiful, practical, meaningful achievement!
  3. Check out Ibn Warraq's "Why I Am Not A Muslim". Some good history written by a courageous man.
  4. Well, there's nothing I can reply but some Words for Pictures Joy in work means joy in life, And where none shirk there is no strife. Bear down there, young man; The wheel's in your hand. Steady, set to it; You know you can! Side by side, in perfect pride, The river roars down, The boat puffs up. I know what I know; I see what I see; No socialist government Will ever stop me. Busy, growing, smokey, mighty Pittsburgh, Whose labor have you not lightened? Whose roads and houses not rolled or nailed, hardened, strengthened? What
  5. The material values of a real-world valuer and the spirit (his mind, character, and emotional responses) in which he enjoys them are good (assuming he attained those values honestly). A religious, mystical spirit is not good for anything.
  6. Capitalism Forever, I use "materialistic" in this context to refer to a concern with and celebration of material goods, as opposed to religious/spiritual concerns. In regard to festive decorations, and the giving of gifts to those you love, this is a secular/spiritual concern, as manifested in the following poem, which I wrote several years ago before I had given thought to changing the name of "Christmas". Even here, by eliminating all religious references, "Christmas", in the last line, has a healthier sense to it. Christmas, Go On! Our bubbling jollity and our keen delight, Our "Go
  7. Right. Also, selfish parents wouldn't have to explain to their puzzled children why an essentially materialistic celebration goes by the name of a scorner of material goods.
  8. If your choice "right now" is to die, then you kill yourself right now. If you choose to "go on a rampage" you are choosing to live and destroy values.
  9. No, but I would certainly change it if it were "Christ"; wouldn't you?
  10. I don't object to Thursday because Thor was not in essence anti-man. With his hammer he broke the ice covering the earth so that plants and crops could grow. If Christmas was called Marxday I would object, and what is the essential difference between Marx and Christ? Or what if it was called Anti-man Day? If Christians can change "Saturnalia" (the old Roman festival) to "Christmas", surely Objectivists can change it to something else. Just think if you're in Galt's gulch discussing this: would John Galt say, "Well, let's leave it at 'Christmas', after all, it's just a name."
  11. Americo, My view of the myth is this: it was a story invented to discourage pride, but in reality if a man humbles himself it's not due to fear of the wrath of gods, but fear of the disapproval of others, even when that disapproval is expressed through an oracle of the gods. If he gives in just a little to this 'public pressure" he will indeed begin to "fall", spiritually. The only solution for him is to reassert his pride to an ever greater degree. Then he---or man, as a whole---will "soar up through the centuries".
  12. Americo, I'm glad you like The Star, and a good perception; you're right, I did not anchor it to reality; that is,not the gold-fringed scene. Icarus was a man in Greek mythology who dared to fly up to the gods' abode. The sun melted the wax which bound his artificial wings to his body, and he fell into the sea. The seldom used term Icarian means presumptuously ambitious. Have you other poems using flight? Here is another. Song of the Airplane With wings of steel o'er the ocean Sailing straight on, I go. A single line of motion Is all I am or know. Strong is the engine
  13. Americonorman, I like your poem about recovered integrity. Here are two poems of mine, somewhat related. Icarus Yes, it's true, he fell. But that he tried-----Nay! Gave his all!----- His new knowledge, His life's strength, His whole will, till----- "Up, Icarus, up!"----- His self-made self-said name On righting wings of pride Soared up through the centuries! Yea! E'en now I hear it, "Up, Icarus, up! ---------------------------------- The Star The things in life you want They say "you can't"; But Me, Myself and I We know I can. We don't give in To scorn, sarcasm,
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