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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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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.