Amazing and mesmerizing. I didn’t even know Indoor Skydiving was a sport/competition.
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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This could revolutionize strip bars worldwide.
Pole dancing without the pole!
I didn’t even know Indoor Skydiving was a sport/competition.
It’s kind of a manufactured one, and rather expensive to pursue. The business model seems to be to get people in there for assisted introductions, get those who are hookable hooked, and periodically have skilled staff perform to show you what (costly) practice might allow you to do solo. She’s dramatically better than the usual demo, though.
Wonderful stuff! I too have never heard of this sport, but it’s beautiful to watch!
Reminds me of Heinlein’s wing-dancers on the Moon, in “The Menace from Earth.” Nice to see that we can do it now on Earth!
My husband and daughter took me to do this for my 63rd birthday. I didn’t look quite like that… more like a cow flying around in the airborne debris of a tornado.
And….. it’s….. FLANNELPUTZ for the win!
This is in Japan, right? Right?
It was followed by the fish fart smelling contest.
Uh, well, no Doug. Not Japan.
And not Japanese.
I see the wires.
Just kidding. I did see one of these in the Denver area, but didn’t know the set up. Cool. I love seeing greatly talented young people like this. Not kidding.
Aw hell, anybody can do that … Hold my beer, Gerard!
One more thing …
Flannelputz and Schill, I’m pretty sure when you see my fat ass rolling around in that wind as I belch vomit at you through the glass, you’ll NEVER think it looks anything like pole dancing again.
Frankly, edaddy, I suspect I’d have a similar reaction to watching you pole dance. 😉
Heck , even a mediocre pole dance will hold my attention better than this does.
But then I am a deplorable… or maybe just 1/1024 of a artsy fartsy
My first thought was “the enemy’s gate is down”.
Logan’s Run without the exploding person at the end of the dance.
Yes, amazing and mesmerizing, but all I could think of was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YD-3vE_R7p8