some writings by   Terry Hulsey
Harley goes fishing...
...diversified with boggles

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Published essays:
At Lew Rockwell
   Notes Towards the Definition of Capitalist Culture — December 5, 2016
   Instituting Meritocracy After the Collapse of Democracy in America — September 28, 2012
   Ron Paul, After the Convention — March 24, 2012
   What Is To Be Done? — October 30, 2010
   Your Congressman, Shaper of Souls — March 6, 2010
   Quo vadis, domine? — February 25, 2008
   Chairman Mao: The Success of Myth — April 25, 2007
   Literacy As a State Commodity — December 1, 2005
   Enjoying the Bourgeois Western — November 4, 2005
   A Libertarian in China — September 15, 2005

   Not One Red Cent: Apportionment of National Debt upon Texas Secession —
August 4, 2022 [for The Texas Nationalist Movement]
[with endnotes here]
   Sortition: The Nuclear Option of the Right — August 17, 2021
   Lincoln and the Border States — June 29, 2021 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   A Primer on Secession — May 18, 2021 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Secession’s Magic Numbers, Part II — March 23, 2021 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Secession’s Magic Numbers, Part I — February 23, 2021 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Secession: The Point of the Spear — November 20, 2020 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Confederates in Mexico — July 24, 2018 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Instituting a Democratic Sortition in America — October 20, 2018 [for Journal of Libertarian Studies]
   The Last Barricade — December 17, 2016 [for STR]
   Jack Hinson’s One-Man War — October 24, 2016 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   New England Bound — July 28, 2016 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Ferrol Sams and Run With the Horsemen — November 2, 2015 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Discovering Jackson — September 25, 2015 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   White Cargo — March 12, 2015 [for The Abbeville Institute]
   Heaven: Careful What You Wish For — April 29, 2011 [at defunct Untimely Meditations]
   Marx Was Right — April 4, 2011 [at defunct Untimely Meditations]
   Ultimate Self-Ownership — January 31, 2011 [at defunct Untimely Meditations]
   USO — A personal favorite: Quirky, impossible to speed read, convoluted —
   a gnarled bois d’arc meant for the backs of the opinion-mongers.

   The Sentiment We Breathe — August 26, 2010
   How the Libertarian Party Will Come to Power — September 3, 2009

Unpublished essays:
   Stanley Hauerwas: A Refutation and Resolution of the Current Catholic Crisis
   Racism: The Western “Struggle Session” for Equality
   The Senselessness of Voluntaryism
   For the New Chinese Intellectual
   An Amendment to Save the Republic
   The 28th Amendment
   A Madman, A Liar, or the One Savior?
   Catholic Architectonics
   Review of Twelve Delusions of Our Time
   The Sunlit World of Dr. Schoeck
   George Washington, Meet Stephen Colbert
   The Roots of PC on Campus
   Toward a Conservative Theory of Justice
   Galt’s Gulch Chile: Six Characters in Search of an Author

I am a proud Founder of the Zero Aggression Project:

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Pebble on the Pond

Such a little buzz, the whisper of our voice;
Such a little space, our arms, our legs, our choice;
Measure that nutshell, our brain, against the stars;
What’s a secret tear to those remote quasars?

Answer for me, you, my distant little one;
There, across all time, breathe deep the air I breathe;
Though you never know my face, I see you, son:
Ripple on the still ocean, my memory.

T.H., 2 January 2020

Our Bargain

Forgotten is that long past ancestor
Who made the bargain that seals up our curse:
To trade the here and now for that great prize,
The awful lizard’s Cain’s mark, consciousness.

And what is gained? We drop our buckets deep
Into the black and echoing gone-by,
Hoping to drink of its experience.
And hoisting up we find, like Roman forks
Of gold, our affluence has poisoned all
With words, words, words, self-justifying words.

For that too-solid future, palpable
As donkey’s carrots or the fox’s grapes,
We find ourselves merely sand-blind Magoos,
Building a Grand Canyon rope bridge, each new
Plank placed with magic knowing, where we step
Assured that it will materialize.

— Until one day it doesn’t. And we plummet,
Gesticulating, looking up and clawing
At no one, nothing, but a summer azure,
Nonplussed somehow that it was all illusion.

T.H., 17 March 2013

If Leonard Bernstein had done nothing else, we would be
indebted for his understanding of our beloved Mahler.

With the face of a clown and the voice of god himself,
Dylan Thomas reads And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And who doesn’t love the sound of a kalimba?

It’s best to hear poetry read aloud.

There Is a Garden in Her Face

There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav’nly paradise is that place
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow which none may buy,
Till ‘Cherry ripe’ themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds fill’d with snow;
Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
Till ‘Cherry ripe’ themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still,
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat’ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand
Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
Till ‘Cherry ripe’ themselves do cry.
         — Thomas Campion (1567?1620)