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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Tyson is what he has always been: a vulgar, semi-literate brute—and also the finest boxer in History. That being said, he is no role model for anyone unless someone wants to end up like him.
I was a production assistant on a Pepsi commercial Tyson did. We shot it on a dairy farm near Lime Rock Ct. He was newly married to a woman, a model or something. She couldn’t be out of his sight let alone reach. He was dense and decidedly frightening.
However, the more underlyingly lethal was Kevin Rooney, who was also present.
Not For Nothing Dept: a workmate holds a pro card and sparred with Tyson.
Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face.
aye.
that guy is 36 years old…
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vF7ea740BL0
Everyone has an awesome plan until Mike Tyson punches them in the face. 🤕
On that close up you could see the doods eyes, that he ain’t too bright.
Probably not the first time he deserved a beat down.
I think he got off light.
Maybe so. But Tyson shouldn’t be free range. I’ve got a fair bit of sympathy for him as he’s stuck in a nightmare ecosystem he’s not evolved to handle (hell, at this point it’s not much good for *us* either). Let’s just say that he’d benefit from a considerable degree of Structure in his life.
In today’s Open Thread over at the Fiddler on the Roof Rehearsal Room, some MAGA Hat Moron is making an embarrassing wet patch in his Carhartts because he saw a photo of Mike Tyson holding a Thomas Sowell volume the right way up.
It’s a harbinger of a new Renaissance or something.
Plenty of straw on the Steppes… Better they’d clutched some of it there rather than in steerage.
I saw that farce as well. Tyson has not the acumen to make it through the Prologue. He should have been carrying a Superman comic.
Flipping Nietzsche’s Unborn/Stillborn into Moses himself just in the nick of time to biff bash Pharaoh was almost as brilliant a sleight of hand as Fiat Currency.
I fully expect to wake up one morning in a cockroach carapace.
Lebron is gonna coach him in a few years when he finishes The Autobiography of Malcolm X.
Here’s a tale of boxer Tommy Morrison and some of the spookiest unbelievable shit that ever happened. I’m left wondering who wanted him dead. Big Pharma had a lot to do with this. 18 minute video. It get weirder and weirder. Morrison was going to fight Tyson but “they” had other plans.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/56lCURLOHsc/