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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Brass band creativity, Italian version: The Bersaglieri (highly mobile infantry sharpshooters who originated in nineteenth-century Italy) “are well-known for their extraordinary performances in parades and military tattoos, always running instead of marching, with hundreds of black capercaillie [wood grouse] feathers flowing from their wide-brimmed black hats.”
Here is a Bersaglieri band with their distinctive feathered black hats; they break into an open run at 1:50:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N9NiEH9-vg&ab_channel=BkupAcct
From the comments: “The tuba player is probably thinking with each step, ‘should…have…picked…a…lighter…horn…….'”
https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/fb533302494381750ce02d765e2d8eb67a061a3572cff5944eda4effba633ff8.jpg
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-MAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-ING!!!!! (Not to mention, re-MARK-a-bulll!)
Went to many a military tattoo (whilst a military academy mommy) and shrieked with laughter here. Just splendid stuff.