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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Original Post - Apr 8, 2008 - 12:51pm PT
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hope that all is.
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Doug Robinson
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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UNZEN
He passed me doing 90, now he's already there.
Good for him. I'm still here. Still a ways to go.
-- Joseph Stroud
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2008 - 01:09pm PT
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endure the transition between silences.
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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Where's Festus when you need him?
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Anastasia
climber
Not here
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before me is a familiar face
with no name and no history
tickling a thought already gone
no longer part of a past or of now
I pause feeling lost
trying to remember
grasping
mourning
images slipping
I move on to the present
it fills my mind
I go on
unaware
another loss forgotten
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Redwreck
Social climber
Los Angeles, CA
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The twisting strata of the great mountains and the pulsings
of volcanoes are my love burning deep in the earth.
My obstinate compassion is schist and basalt and
granite, to be mountains, to bring down the rain. In that
future American Era I shall enter a new form; to cure
the world of loveless knowledge that seeks with blind hunger:
and mindless rage eating food that will not fill it.
(From Gary Snyder's "Smokey the Bear Sutra")
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healyje
Trad climber
Portland, Oregon
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We All Launch - written last year for my daughter on her 18th birthday
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We all launch,
into fitful, even fearful, flight again and again.
How strong are wings,
grown with loving care, to carry us on and on.
Paths split in two,
taking us all together, on journeys each of our own.
No one knows,
where each road goes, for which we are ever thankful.
Mysteries still abound,
here and there, we can only hope they all discover us.
You spark bright and large,
in my eyes, dancer, artist, thinker, daughter.
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MisterE
Social climber
My Inner Nut
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breathe just right
and every cell
flops over grinning
--Jim Bertolino
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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I'm with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you're
losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
Allen Ginsberg
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe.
Standing on the moon, I feel so alone and blue.
I see the gulf of Mexico, as tiny as a tear,
the coast of California, must be somewhere over here, over here.
Robert Hunter
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John Moosie
climber
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This being supertopo, I thought the title of this thread was....
Celebrate Potty Mouth
whoops.
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Domingo
Trad climber
El Portal, CA
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All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.
-Li Po
You ask me why I live on Green Mountain?
I smile in silence and the quiet mind.
Peach petals blow on mountain streams
To earths and skies beyond Humankind.
-Li Po
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Anastasia
climber
Not here
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sunlight on an eagle's wings
casting shadows on sheer cliffs of the sea
you fly even with me
a rock climber balancing on an edge
to share a moment of looking down
small things on the ground
I see you wink at me
reminding that nothing here is mundane
I remember heat comforting in the night
touching toes with my darling
balancing on an edge
moments of forever
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Chiloe
Trad climber
Lee, NH
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Cuneiform
The wedge sank five times into the clay,
and a word, which had been spoken in a breath,
lay still until the gods’ names were forgotten.
Then, when strangers took the tile in hand,
while stars sailed into the dark
beyond the world, the dead tongue
in the clay began to speak.
 Brooks Haxton
in The Atlantic
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Melissa
Gym climber
berkeley, ca
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Moosie...I was just about to post up and ask if any of the other dislexics were reading "Celebrate Potty Mouth". Glad I'm not the only one.
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Raydog
Trad climber
Boulder Colorado
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Roll The Dice
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance,
of how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
its the only good fight
there is.
Bukowski
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0e9qqF5Yhs
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Standing Strong
Trad climber
the secret life of T*R
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Apr 10, 2008 - 02:20am PT
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the rainbow
my heart leaps up when I behold
a rainbow in the sky:
so was it when my life began;
so is it now I am a man;
so be it when I shall grow old,
or let me die!
the child is father of the man;
i could wish my days to be
bound each to each by natural piety.
wordsworth
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Standing Strong
Trad climber
the secret life of T*R
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Apr 10, 2008 - 02:21am PT
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nothing gold can stay
nature's first green is gold
her hardest hue to hold.
her early leaf's a flower;
but only so an hour.
then leaf subsides to leaf.
so eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
nothing gold can stay.
robert frost
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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Apr 10, 2008 - 02:48am PT
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I think that I shall never see,
A mountain lovely as a tree.
In fact if off this rock I fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.
Speaking of doggerel - mine at least follows a rhyme scheme, and is about climbing - does anyone else like the poetry and humour of Don Marquis? For example, "archy and mehitabel"? It's enough to say that archy is a poetic cockroach, and mehitabel his cat friend. They live in a newsroom, and archy types blank verse by throwing himself in the air, and landing on the keys of a typewriter, in which paper had been left. Mostly in lower case, as archy didn't have enough mass or dexterity to work the shift key.
Marquis may have been one of the few writers to have had a U.S. navy ship named after him.
http://www.donmarquis.org/ and http://www.donmarquis.com/archy/index.html
One of archy's adventures is an attempt on Mount Everest http://www.altheim.com/lit/everest.html#oneverest.html
Here is one of archy's poems, called "some natural history"
the patagonian
penguin
is a most
peculiar
bird
he lives on
pussy
willows
and his tongue
is always furred
the porcupine
of chile
sleeps his life away
and that is how
the needles
get into the hay
the argentinian
oyster
is a very
subtle gink
for when he s
being eaten
he pretends he is
a skink
when you see
a sea gull
sitting
on a bald man s dome
she likely thinks
she s nesting
on her rocky
island home
do not tease
the inmates
when strolling
through the zoo
for they have
their finer feelings
the same
as me and you.
Perhaps if Marquis had thought about it, he would have written about the Tuolumne Penguin also. :-)
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MisterE
Social climber
My Inner Nut
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Apr 10, 2008 - 09:52am PT
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My place is on cold mountain
Far above the circuit of affliction
images leave no trace when they vanish
I roam the whole galaxy from here
lights and shadows flash across my mind
Not one dharma has come before me
since I found the magic pearl
I can go anywhere everywhere
its perfect
--Han Shan
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