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sangamonlink: ICYMI: “The Golden Book of Springfield,” Vachel Lindsay’s only novel, was published in 1920. It was the poet’s utopian vision of what Springfield, Illinois, might be like a century later. Vachel got a lot wrong. On SangamonLink:

CailinCeltic: This cup of peace,this silver rose Bending with fairy breath Shall lift that passion-flower,the earth A million times from Death! The Rose Of Midnight - Vachel Lindsay Images -Google PicFinder

tak_jord: I fixed Vachel Lindsay's The Congo

ElectricLit: "I thought of our neighbor Vachel Lindsay drinking Lysol just a few miles north, the taxmen circling his childhood home too, bankruptcy buried like turnips forever across the fields scaffolding Springfield."

Profepps: “We have buried him now,” thought your foes, and in secret rejoiced. They made a brave show of their mourning, their hatred unvoiced. They had snarled at you, barked at you, foamed at you day after day, Now you were ended. They praised you . . . and laid you away.Vachel Lindsay

mariecarnes: In this, the city of my discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass... -- Vachel Lindsay on Springfield

purpIeraiin: 10. Está repleta de referencias literarias. Entre ellas tenemos una línea de Walden por Henry David Thoreau: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Un poema de Vachel Lindsay, The Congo: “Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black, cutting through the forest

kevblue777: The sun is an eagle old, There in the windless west. Atop of the spirit-cliffs He builds him a crimson nest. –Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931)

everwood_lynn: The sun is an eagle old, There in the windless west. Atop of the spirit-cliffs He builds him a crimson nest. –Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931)

OccultFan: The sun is an eagle old, There in the windless west. Atop of the spirit-cliffs He builds him a crimson nest. –Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931)

platospupil: The sun is an eagle old, There in the windless west. Atop of the spirit-cliffs He builds him a crimson nest. –Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931) from the Old Farmer's Almanac newsletter

TanjaBoness: 3/ She was courted by two men in 1913: Ernst Filsinger and Vachel Lindsay. Lindsay feared he would not be able to provide enough money to keep Teasdale satisfied, but he truly loved her.

IJ_M429: I2: Vachel Lindsay

zatonietzsche: Is now not a good time to revive the poetry of Vachel Lindsay? "Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, Pounded on the table, Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom..."

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lgbt_music: Percy was a ❤️MAJOR HOTTIE❤️; he stole the hearts of many including both Norwegian composer Edvard Grieg and American poet Vachel Lindsay.

Hypnogoria: A little chill for a summer night, a weird verse from poet Vachel Lindsay that may make you think twice before wandering by cornfields after sunset...

marucasta: "THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK, CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK". Dead Poet Society movie chant of The Congo by Vachel Lindsay

Hypnogoria: FROM THE GREAT LIBRARY OF DREAMS 015 - What the Scarecrow Said by Vachel Lindsay A little chill for a summer night, a weird verse from poet Vachel Lindsay that may make you think twice before wandering by cornfields after sunset...

dushkewich: "The Congo" a Poem on the Negro Race.. by Vachel LINDSAY by Poetry Fiction ..

hskalraroyale: Avoiding cynicism ! ♥️ “Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.” — VACHEL LINDSAY Greet the world with positivity ! We weren’t born with a negative view. We love being around children because they have an indefatigable approach to life.

geossecondlife: They tried to get me—I got them first! — Vachel Lindsay

sorcererspidey: Todd headed to Mr. Keating, then suddenly they hugged. When he left, Keating turned to the others. "Now," he continued, "Vachel Lindsay's poem 'General William Booth Enters Heaven'. When I stopped, "Did you wash your lamb's blood?" you will ask.

ZikiAnyaogu: Let not young souls be smothered out before they do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride...- Vachel Lindsay

intensionality: Utter rubbish. Guess Vachel Lindsay was an obscure researcher.

librarycormoran: "Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost,/Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host./Hear how the demons chuckle and yell,/Cutting his hands off, down in Hell." Vachel Lindsay, "The Congo" (1914)

RhapsodePrime: Listen to: The Dandelion (:46)Vachel Lindsay performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode O…

liamkconnell: Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell Cutting his hands off, down in Hell. - Vachel Lindsay (The longer poem is, sadly, incredibly racist but that's a hell of a stanza.)

edtelleza: "Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost, Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell." "The Congo", by Vachel Lindsay.

frankcottrell_b: Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost, Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell. Vachel Lindsay

blue439: But what does Vachel Lindsay say

Whispering_City: "Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost, Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell." - Vachel Lindsay

MelanieJaxn: O dandelion, rich and haughty, King of village flowers! Each day is coronation time, You have no humble hours. -Vachel Lindsay

atomic_elbow: Anthrax's 1987 song "Indians" has strong parallels to the poetry of Vachel Lindsay in that they are both anti-racist works that sound quite racist to modern ears. In this essay, I will

imaginativecons: “Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight” (poem by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay)

WinstonElliott3: “Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight” (poem by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay)

Hushaaaar: Life is loom, weaving illusion. ~Vachel lindsay

StephanDeWinter: Gedicht over Leopold II, dat inspiratie leverde voor "King Leopold's Ghost" (Hochschild): "Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost, Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell Cutting his hands off, down in Hell." - The Congo; Vachel Lindsay.

MDG1122: This “It is the world’s one crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are oxlike, limp and leaden-eyed... Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap; Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve; Not that they die, but that they die like sheep (Vachel Lindsay)

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Faust89823700: Her looming hair, her burning hands, Were tangled black and white. My face I buried there. I pray — So far from her to-night — For grace, to dream I kiss her soul Amid the black and white. Vachel Lindsay

AudioBiblion: Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight | Vachel Lindsay | Audiobook full unabridged | English

Herebourt: The Leadened Eyed By Vachel Lindsay Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed. (More)

lux_sep: The North Star Whispers to the Blacksmiths Son by Vachel Lindsay

la_leere: bro why did vachel lindsay look like that

Boiarski: May of 1912, Vachel Lindsay walks from Springfield, IL to CA, trading poems for meals and lodging, preaching his poet's "Gospel of Beauty“ for a denomination he...called ... the church of beauty or the church of the open sky ... two rules: the love of beauty and the love of God.

Boiarski: "They tried to get me; I got them first." —Vachel Lindsay

sallyjos: We're all Vachel Lindsay now.

JoshatNRDC: “... Later that evening he drank a bottle of Lysol and died two hours later.”

Piscesboy69: This is Vachel Lindsay. He was an American poet. In 1931, he drank Lysol. He died. Don’t be Vachel Lindsay.

todd_boli: And just how did it go for Vachel Lindsay when he drank that bottle of Lysol?

henryghenrik: Here’s Vachel Lindsay’s house in Springfield

henryghenrik: Trump’s callous moronic comments about disinfectants inevitably bring to mind the sad end of Illinois poet Vachel Lindsay. Here’s one of his poems about Lincoln :

JoshatNRDC: So, cautionary tale: Vachel Lindsay and Lysol...and the end...

kayray: Poem of the Day number twenty-three: The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky, by Vachel Lindsay

rockfordpublib: Today's Poem A Day: Read by Mrs. Amy, Youth Services Librarian The Little Turtle By Vachel Lindsay

Bolano_ebooks: This is the weapon that protects the flank of the great Vachel Lindsay.

thenegronet: oop slight correction Vachel Lindsay didn't create the term but he did popularize it with his racist ass poem The Congo starring "Mumbo Jumbo the God of the Congo." More proof that wh*te ppl should be banned from writing anything ever.

BookRarities: Nicholas Vachel Lindsay / GOING-TO-THE-SUN / Signed First Edition 1923

jmdeykey: You know Vachel Lindsay was spitting hot 1919 fire when he dropped: "In a coat like a deacon, in a black Stetson hat He scourged the elephant plutocrats With barbed wire from the Platte."

tspoetry: The Dandelion, by Vachel Lindsay •

VLH603: Dr. Vachel T. Lindsay, the poet's father, was a pioneer in the field of germ theory. He'd agree with what's being done to prevent the spread of COVID-19. The house will be closed, as are all state historic sites, until further notice. We'll keep you posted as things change.

LivingKindness: "I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness." — Vachel Lindsay ^

Faust89823700: And red-bird song, and throat so white. Vachel Lindsay

CarelessCarmody: My considered take on Vachel Lindsay's painfully self-conscious, and at times perplexing, second film book (1925, but first published 70 years later) is that it has some really neat illustrations.

LackOfView: American civilization grows more hieroglyphic everyday. Vachel Lindsay

NortheasternW: Urgent request of the understanding of the last stanza of "The Moon is a Painter", a peom by Vachel Lindsay: The comrade, white, immortal, His bride, and more than bride— The citizen, the sage of mind, For whom he lived and died. Thank you very much! She loved to see him laborI

VLASpringfield: To Those That Would Mend These Times Go plant the arts that woo the weariest, Bold arts that simple workmen understand, That make no poor men and keep all men rich, And throne our Lady Beauty in the land! Vachel Lindsay, 1910-1912

VLASpringfield: O rich, unfathomed Summer Of wooing ghosts and wild When singers, dancers, poets are beguiled. Now, gleaming boy of mine, Your bravest smile is wan, You are dust and Autumn leaves. It is dawn. from "The Soul of the Soubrette", Vachel Lindsay, 1905

VLH603: This is a photo of Olive & Vachel Lindsay circa 1900. These two young people would go on to rich lives; both would return to the house at 603 S. 5th at the end. Come visit the house today from 1:00 to 4:00. Ollie and Vachel would be pleased!

VLH603: In 1931 Vachel recorded several of his poems for Columbia University. Those recordings have been digitized by PennSound here:

Bobbie__Bell: “Why would MSNBC put James Carville on air? Because a Louisiana Duck reciting Vachel Lindsay's "The Congo" while being humped by a fat alligator was not available.

LivingKindness: "I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness." — Vachel Lindsay ^

foxillinois: Looking for a new volunteer opportunity? The Dana-Thomas House State Historic Site has some openings.

dissuade: n honor of Abraham Lincoln's birthday, one of my favorite things written about him, a poem by Vachel Lindsay called Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight:

arkinuniversity: The exhibition, The Spider and The Ghost Of The Fly named after Gürgenç Korkmazel’s translation of the poem by Vachel Lindsay. You are invited to the opening cocktail on the 13th of February at 18:30 at Nicosia, ARUCAD Art Space.

iWall_E: "Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the Devil." - Vachel Lindsay

bbbjjjttt: You know you're from a different time if you misread "Vanessa Lachey" as "Vachel Lindsay"....

PoetryTrain: Vachel Lindsay home tour with Jennie Battles

LivingKindness: "I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness." — Vachel Lindsay ^

VerbleGherulous: ZTAC: Overread at Table 1: In Praise of Vachel Lindsay.

Boiarski: “In May of 1912, Poet Vachel Lindsay walks from Springfield, IL to CA, trading poetry for meals & lodging, preaching his poet's "Gospel of Beauty." "It's a denomination... called... the church of beauty or the church of the open sky... two rules: love of beauty and love of God.”

WinterbauerJohn: My son is spearheading a project to spread the message of poet Vachel Lindsay in a time when it's badly needed. If you can spare a buck or two to help him out it would be appreciated...

LivingKindness: "I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness." — Vachel Lindsay ^

jondknight: Hypnogoria: WHAT THE SCARE-CROW SAID by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay

Hypnogoria: A little folk horror poem for you all... What the Scare-crow Said by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay

G4MMA: WHAT THE SCARE-CROW SAID by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay via Hypnogoria

Hypnogoria: What The Scare-crow Said by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay

rajoyceUCB: — Vachel Lindsay, “The Traveller-Heart”

IBSENMARTINEZ: “I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.” ― Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931)

sidbranca: listening to Lana Del Rey while i take the train from downtown LA to Santa Monica so i can read Vachel Lindsay on the beach, i’m on vacation in California bitch!!!!!!

LivingKindness: "I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness." — Vachel Lindsay ^

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impmarty: In a coat like a deacon, in a black Stetson hat He scourged the elephant plutocrats With barbed wire from the Platte. The scales dropped from their mighty eyes. They saw that summer's noon A tribe of wonders coming To a marching tune. Vachel Lindsay, 'Bryan'.

gus_card: Mary Pickford, doll divine, Year by year, and every day At the moving-picture play, You have been my valentine. (Vachel Lindsay)

gus_card: [I Went down into the Desert] - Vachel Lindsay I went down into the desert To meet Elijah— Arisen from the dead. I thought to find him in an echoing cave; For so my dream had said.

GrapefruitPiece: "Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black, cutting through the jungle with a golden track." -Vachel Lindsay

atlasobscura: From 1906 to 1912 he walked the country, preaching his “Gospel of Beauty” and developing a unique performance-style of poetry which he referred to as “the Higher Vaudeville.”

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