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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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Dang. Got something in my eye.
If that don’t put a lump in your throat you’re in the wrong country and just need to get the hell out.
That was a touching advertisement and a prime example of the intersection-gack, that word!-of patriotism and consumerism.
“This is the postmodern desert inhabited by people who are, in effect, consuming themselves in the form of images and abstractions through which their desires, sense of identity, and memories are replicated and then sold back to them as products.”
― Larry McCaffrey
Wasn’t Jeep purchased by Fiat and produced only in the U.S. until 2014, not that there’s anything wrong with that? I feel a Menckenesque moment coming on.
https://www.freep.com/story/money/cars/chrysler/2015/03/02/jeep-fiat-chrysler-brazil-italy-china-italy/24234759/
I once saw an interview with Ryan Tedder the lead singer of OneRepublic. He came across as a well grounded individual.
Good for Jeep. I also watched Gladys Knight sing the NA.
I stand when I hear the anthem, even when it’s on the screen. Why? Because some kid in a dark blue uniform once ran the flag forward in close combat to rally his unit in the Civil War. Because my dad served under that flag when he exchanged direct cannon fire with the Germans in Italy.
I don’t need anymore reason than that.
JEEP! Ya done GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.