WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2001-2022
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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Remember the portable hole the black spy vs spy used to use?
When the white spy was after him he pulled the flexible hole out of his trench coat and slap it on a wall then jump through it then reach out and pull the hole in with him effectively disappearing. White spy would stand there scratching his head wondering where black spy went. Black spy also threw the flexible hole down on the ground behind him when white spy was chasing him. White spy fell down in the hole and black spy picked up the hole and took off trapping white spy in the ether.
It’s a mad, Mad, MAD world out there!
LOL I didn’t expect that.
Ghostsniper, Spy v Spy was a favorite. I hadn’t thought about the portable hole in a while. Now a co-worker wonders what I’m chuckling about.
I’ve seen a couple of articles about sidewalk illusionists.
This is one with some explanation of why it “works.”
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2012/feb/01/3d-street-art
This is the gallery of the Master of Faux, Kurt Wenner.
https://kurtwenner.com/
That is a good old picture.
How did the spelling get to be “doozie”?
I thought it was “Duesy,” short for Duesenberg, the best of the best.
The Old Guy