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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Somebody’s been watching too many Russ Tamblyn movies.
Incredible and that was fun to watch. Youth… mine is gone. Feels like it sneaked away suddenly in the middle of the night. My surgeon advised that on guys like me in middle 50s, (or much earlier) tendons tend to tear versus stretch in extreme activities. I recently had my labrum anchored back down to my shoulder blade and a tendon stitched up after a grappling match gone wrong with a dood 20 pounds heavier and 20 years younger. Vanderleun advised that I dial things down a bit. This post surgery recovery and PT sucks like a two headed queer, so I will be heeding Vanderleun’s advice.
“sucks like a two headed queer”
lol
Kansas welcome to Oldsville. Your description is hilarious and apt. Keep the sense of humor.
I did only a bit of buildering in my 30s but the high mountains called. Rock climbing (not gym type but real stuff) makes you careful and requires static moves; not dynamic with jumps and 4 limbs free. But it is a thrill to rise above the concrete floor. I one time knocked on a guy’s window. At 3 stories up! he let me in and could not find anything to remark.
It’s weird stuff. A number of my buddies are names on plaques now. Fantastic athletes and I think other than the guys with NVA machine gun wounds and German shrapnel scars, these are the guys I have admired most in life. Outside of the arts, that is.
Holy shit, now it hurts just to put my shirt on! But for some reason this video gets me pumped. Thanks GVD.
Slick as hog snot on a watermelon.
What a delightful video! Pretty sure none of those guys are whacked on dopus.
“Had my labrum anchored back down to my shoulder blade.”
Day-um,Snakepit,you forced me to look up “labrum”. Fibrocartilage,articular joint,shoulder labrum SLAP tear. Heal quickly,prayers up.
Sux like a 2-headed queer would get you drawn & quartered elsewhere.
Blessings on thee,Mr V. Glad you’re feeling better.
@Snake
That last sentence is a killer! I blew coffee all over my lap.