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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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The last one is very true, and I’m not talking about Slick Willie.
I’m a full fledged Capitalist and entrepreneurship and Capitalism is the only solution to prosperity but I tend to agree with Shaw. Rich folks aren’t the problem; rather those who use their money for the cold purpose of wielding power and dominion over others or those who demand your money for the good of society on the whole.
It’s been a couple of days so I lost the reference, but I think it was in The Atlantic. A couple of pimply-faced journalists were talking openly about the irony of getting Bernie elected using democratic means, and the impossibility of doing it the old fashioned commie way because Americans are armed to the teeth. The clear message was that once the dem sosh system goes into place, there won’t be anymore fukking elections or goddamned firearms.
They publish this shit out in the open. Still wondering when the war begins?
Oh Casey there will be plenty of firearms and there will be plenty of sparks and then there will be a time of trial with a lot of terrible things happening and then we win.
Tucker’s good lady looks (to me anyway) like a high class example of the California babe. Well done, Tucker.
And well done with the kids. I’ve tied you with the girls, but you beat me with the handsome young man.