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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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A prophet is seldom recognized among his own. He usually ends up a Cassandra: laughed at, disbelieved and ridiculed—until he is not. “Network” was not just a film, it was prophecy. “1984” was not just a novel, it was prophecy. “Hunger Games” was not just a movie, it was prophecy.
And so here we are. Every horror foretold by our own prophets has now arrived. We laughed then, but no one is laughing now save for demons.
MA, the first word that pops when I consider Chayefsky is ‘prophetic.’
I don’t think the word prophetic is quite accurate. H G Wells and Bertrand Russell among others were early promoters of the corporate technocracy. Chayefsky was just more attuned to the demon underground than the rest of us and took this opportunity to let us look through the window. Most did not recognize the face of evil until recently.
Do “ They” mean like DC incorporated?
Ask Paul Ryan