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Mountain Dance
Mountain Dance
Wondering when the blade will fall
Prevents tomorrow from all being;
Today from being felt at all,
Covering a desk top, carved
With reminders of yesterday, starved
From mountain climbing,
Just mountain climbing,
Unlike today’s merchandising danger
Appealing to the delayed audience’s stranger
Appetite for sport-like tragedy.
There is a time when mountain strategy
Is really outside our comfortable whirl,
When the abodes of the gods hurl
Gurus at Maya’s nightmare, our
Not knowing who is whom or
What is why,
Dreaming of the ancient gods’ lie,
Soaring to a sacred star,
Unconscious of the delayed Avatar,
Unconsciously scratching our Heidelberg scar.
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JULY 6, 1993, Vancouver mountaineers Dan Culver and Jim Haberl, together with American Phil Powers, stumbled into camp 4, a full 8,000 meters up the icy flank of K2, the world's second highest mountain. Haberl, who was battling altitude sickness, celebrated his arrival by vomiting. He had not eaten in two days and was dizzy with fatigue. Now, only 600 meters from the peak, Haberl wondered if he could make a summit bid. Both reached the peak, only one returned. Culver fell a 3000 metre drop. Jim Haberl died in 1999 in an avalanche in Alaska.
The news was delayed because of their remote location.
Vancouver Magazine
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mother life once, concieved a thousand children...some of them very rowdy on the outside...but the mOther knew...
in the inside..there was a huge wound ...mother life couldnt understand why..so she created Mount everest ...if she couldnt heal them atleast she could take away their mind from the pain....small kids her little puppies...
but to her dismay they started climbing it and she made it even higher....just to evade them off...one day..
2 naughty children climbed it all the way when she was half asleep and tumbled down and died..she woke up and started to beat her chest and crying...ohh....
i for being such an idiot still do not understand why the dead dont do the crying for their loss! ahhh,,? they are dead ..mother life is alive ...they have failed ...why is she crying...? whose sorrow/loss/failure is it...?
any way just at that moment damocles, who was also one of the sons...was asked to sit beneath a blade hanging by a thread....
at first not knowing when the blade could fall , damocles started to see hell...
then in that instant mother life knew why her kids had an inner wound...
but then ...something happenned...
two more kids it seems must have climbed everest , when the mother was crying and fell....their bodies falling with such a huge thud just before damocles...
every one thought that was it..damocles will surely die of an anxiety attack...
strangely....damocles smiled...he turned his moustache with the tips of fingers.....the other hand on his thigh...
the sword too fell and split open damocles into two neat slices...
it was just before Mr death could scream and order the sword not to fall( he was planning to , being scared and understanding what damocles realised )..but when it did...
Mr death felt like a father caught for the first time in an illegal prostitute house by his police daughter...and taken to a court where madam wifey was the public prosecuter....
suddenly the 4 kids and damocles were seen playing in heaven..they yelled back to Mother Life...dear mother..you grew so complex and maybe old ...you are imgagining too many things..like wounds and what not..Mother what can ever any bad happen to us...?
but mother life being such a good mother...wanted to be double sure...
then mother life called me by name...and told me..now you know how such wounds can be closed....you saw it first hand...I think you know what to do...
so these days I sit beneath monutains like everest...with the balm in my hand..
but I am blind..I just try and apply that balm.. I do not know if they stopped climbing and went back...I cant say..but at these moments I suddenly remember damocles
regards
ahh man..its 2.30 night I am such a crazy Ba!@#$ ooops sorry mother life..But any way who is this fellow !@#$ Ed baronsky...its an such irritation to taste ancient unnamable pain...but even more irritating when some one else is also understanding or found to have tasted it or tasting it to an even greater extent...
its such an useless stuff ed..absolutely tasteless..
for Gods sake ed maybe read camus.you know people scracth a healing wound and make it into a small wound again...so dont read camus...may be a little just uptil that scarcthing pays off and a small wound doesnt come about..only that famous fable of his ..like I did!...do something may be read zen!...? or go to the Gym..regularly..I dont know...
eddy boy..but dont ever moan again...and spoil my sleep..
or I will curse your skull to the funeral pyre...
its a waste of your time ..are you listening...??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????what do you need to listen... a certificate that I am truly enlightened or a Buddha? Becasue only then its seems that you will listen...you bloody !@#$% so every post of yours from now on I see you moaning I will come and kill it for you..
IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO...what you could do is write a two line post...for a beginning what do you say..?
a fearless two line post...can you do it? I challenge !
love and regards yours
angry idiot
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