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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Original Post - Mar 2, 2013 - 05:47pm PT
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my (mis)understanding as presented
here is all cute and catchy, so i hear.
i wobble thru; gave up on peace and serenity long ago.
my back aint broke (big mike)
my front aint broke.
it's my spirit that's destroyed.
the top don't connect with the lower.
my head and heart don't communicate.
my feet are on their own.
im falling all over these places,
much to the entertainment for those whom don't rely upon me.
for those whom do need my solid presence,
they are diserviced.
it's not my fault.
it's all my fault.
i just make sense,
as i can swallow it.
i've done everything right,
except to live life.
unfortunately, my merry is incompatible with
those whom practice sanity.
my wife has calmly told me
that she made a mistake befriending me,
and that she discredited the universe by making children with me.
im a walking mistake, in her life.
im an ongoing hardship, for her.
and, according to her, for my children.
i mean, i bust tail, running two desperately dissimilar
companies (one engineering and one tree-service)
so i bring home sporadic bread,
but im a liability to everyone around me's smile.
im gonna continue to push on against the falling
fragments of my shattered life;
im gonna keep on giving to everyone;
im gonna keep on sweetening (as i know how) those
realities adjacent to mine.
im good with disaster.
it fits me well.
the fighting animal within me
has been stirred.
it's broken the unbroken chain,
and is thrashing about it's grotesque
head in philanthropy.
don't you dare weep for me,
or shed a concern.
spend those emotion upon something that matters.
don't you dare give me encouragement,
or advice, or seeds to wildflowers;
these things i can't translate.
im walking lonely miles,
me and my foot fungus'.
we're happy, as we understand it.
rehabilitation of my spirit is
unwarranted.
the doctor only prescribed more pain.
so i listened to 5 hours of opera
to kick off my demise.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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You and me both, pal.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Weeg, put her on the phone, we'll point out the obvious to her for you.
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Kalimon
Trad climber
Ridgway, CO
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Don't fret amigo . . . we are as a species a bit of a disaster for the mother Earth herself. You are one with everyone, for better or worse . . . we all share the same emotions and feelings. We forget, in our imagined isolation, that we are all part of the collective whole and as a result end up feeling separate and sometimes hopeless. We must not despair . . . just need to dig deeper and smile. Share a smile with someone who is blue.
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hobo_dan
Social climber
Minnesota
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It's all part of it
No pity but wishing you a healthy healing
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canyoncat
Social climber
SoCal
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Stop being a damn drunk. Problem solved. Poetic musings do not absolve you from the fact that your kids deserve better.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Hey, cheer up!
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Jim Clipper
climber
from: forests to tree farms
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Should this be the Saturday afternoon posting while drinking beer thread? If it helps, there is a tree in the backyard that needs to come down. I'll be in south lake until my Monday. I got a quote for 250 for the lodge pole pine and 50 to remove some other branches around the chimney. Its last minute, but may be better than Sunday morning, johnny cash, and PBRs. At least, for the domestic peace you are welcome to come up to drink beer. Finally, if you sell wood and it would make the trip more worthwhile, please let me know.
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Brett
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rick sumner
Trad climber
reno, nevada/ wasilla alaska
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Suck it up brother
buck it up
engineer that internet commute
let the caustic waters of life roll off your back
keep your balance on the razors edge
your path ascends never to falter
below you lies the unspeakable abyss
your children and wife to see none of this
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Jim Clipper
climber
from: forests to tree farms
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I overheard chongo talking about ghost riders in the sky. I always liked the one below too. That and anything with June carter. Mmmmm Hot country women.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Drinking a beer and enjoying some mountain air. Hope all is more quiet on the home front.
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telemon01
Trad climber
Montana
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Weeg, your foot fungus is from all the yeast in your body, which, of course, is from all the beer you drink.
If you had a vagina (and with all your complaining I sometimes think you do), you'd be itchy "down there".
I love your poetry and insightful reflections, but you are stuck on repeat.
There are only so many ways to say "poor me".
Angst has no boundaries; time to move on.
I know you won't be offended- you seem the type that appreciates candid conversations.
Peace, brother. Thanks for the honesty. I hear the weather in your neck of the woods is awesome right now.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Something tells me the Weej is larfing to us
The same as a bark beatle
Watching an ant lion colony and an ant's nest communified by naturality
"Ah sure got them for company here and they are nice to care but they can't understand the seeds of my pining so I'll let em stay thinkin I'm too dumb to know sh#t about yeast and which way my wind bloweth--it's entertaining and no harm no foul"
Venting
Blowing
Exhausting his lungs
He's finally ready for another yank on his chain by yanking ours
Get it
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10b4me
Boulder climber
Somewhere on 395
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^^^^^ now that's funny
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kennyt
climber
Woodfords,California
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HEAVY
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 3, 2013 - 02:18pm PT
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yuck i hate my public tantrums
pasted on the internet.
oh well, life is wiley as we make it.
thanks for the ears, and key taps, folks.
definitely i want no sympathy,
im merely experiencing accountability for my actions.
i invite everything, good and bad, that finds me.
it's not so much the substance abuse that has
my relationship off belay,
it's merely environmental pressures compounding, at once.
my mother-in-law, who my wife is extremely close with,
is transitioning into the aspect of her life where
she is dependent on her children (and her children's spouses.)
this is an item of consternation between my wife and i.
she is endlessly giving, to the point where our time
and resources are compromised.
i am, more or less, saying,
give her basics and nothing more.
for we don't really have that much to give, as we are strapped ourselves.
so we're navigating such struggles,
and my absurd "poetry" (as you all refer to it)
comes out in manic droves and my wife
is put off, to say the least.
anyway, time woke up this,
so did i.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 3, 2013 - 02:27pm PT
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my words impover'sh my sorrow, ron.
that's their monetary reward.
i chase away the demons with reckless, manic,
sometimes depressed, sometimes forced, sometimes inspired prose.
i couldn't sell them,
because then their roots would die,
and their leaves would fall off
and then i, being a logger,
would hire myself to fall the
monumental stump that once
exchanged atmospheric waste
for our breathing gas.
i like the disasters, i do.
i well spent my angst yesterday
on a rope-solo binge that had a tough time quitting.
plus i met a couple of 'topians up at the loaf,
some i gave my beers to,
and the others i met
right at dark, and loaned them a headlamp as
we together marched back to the depths of reality.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The ring is the thing.
The one thing.
Made from two.
Good on you, NorgDorg.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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What a dork. Pull out of yourself and realize you are not alone. Ever.
Disaster is True Neutral.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 3, 2013 - 02:52pm PT
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yea totally, wayno.
right on.
i'll go bitch slap myself right
now, as hard as i can.
i look good in blush.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 3, 2013 - 03:14pm PT
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plus, wayno it's good training for
my impending bar brawls.
i beat the fvck outta myself regularly,
im talking drag down, swearing, swinging
mastrabrals, kicking myself, rippin out hair,
insulting my own mother.
then im regular as i attend the
main-street, mid-week scraps at the liars bench.
i never swing back at the,
usually old and toothless fella
i just take 'is beating and
give him the gift of satisfaction
that becomes of a redneck edukatin' a beatnik.
yall don't hesitate to build and engage a crack machine,
as you chase the twilight zone,
so why not train for the tragic future
by exercising a tragic now?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, norwegian...
you both need a 'neutral circle' drawn outside somewhere, and, thus, you can both STEP in, with no bias as to what either of you want...
go from there...
either each share an idea, or trouble, and what possibly seems right,
and then the other share, etc...
or write each one down on paper--more work, though...
and look at the things from all angles and do some of
whatever makes the most sense for the whole family...
and then add on a few things for the mother/mother in law...
shake hands, and come out friends... :)
what goes wrong in these things is that each one of you looks at
a different page in the magazine...
or a differnt part of the picture...
and then, there is no commmon ground for making sense on any decision...
each may look good to one, as to what THEY see, at that moment...
here's praying that you can both find a way to do this...
it will cut down frustrations, pressures, and disgust as to what each
other may term as things:
that are 'seemingly' ingrained in each other...
when in fact, with some nice sanding and buffing,
both of you can work together in beauty:
the kids need to see this...
someday, too, they may very well have to deal with things, people,
job situations and who knows what, where they may need the same skills...
try it norwegian...
try a few things that seem different to you...
that's how we learn to find answer....
and--you ARE important....
we all are, just in ways that we can't always see....
god bless...
oh, p.s.
god is great mediator for folks, but i won't push that...
just an extra side note...
folks that hold hands, and 'step aside' from the 'debate, quarrel, or misunderstands, etc' and say a 'speak' of something to the
great-above... can sit down calmly and have a small wait, and
the breeze changes--for that day, they see the best trail 'open up' ...
that great-above SEES where the trail goes from a higher direction and
see more than we see, with the ol trees and rocks and such, in the way...
another good thing to try, too...
start either choice of which to do, with a calm serious:
time out... so these things will viewed as a serious,
"let's really do this, honestly" time thing...
some spouses just snub the circle, or speak things, otherwise...
edit:
sorry so late, my help was, i been working on some stuff,
this is my coffee break, :)
the pup-dog had her doggie-play break, a bit ago, too...
we have our differnt views on things, too, :)
my work, to her, does not make sense...
though, of course, her play, to me, does, just NOT every
time that she has JUST come back in, :))
sweet ol' pup dog, that she is, :)
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sandstone conglomerate
climber
sharon conglomerate central
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Just give yourself to Christ...everything will turn out A-OK
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 3, 2013 - 04:58pm PT
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i gave myself to christ, once.
and she got pregnant.
it was totally her fault
she wouldn't let me pull out for
she was quite enjoying our immediate reality.
after, though, she thru me under the
bus,
that was enroute to hell
so i grabbed the axel
and held on tight,
then cowboy neal
ripped the boot off of the shifter,
cause something below him
smelled of burning
(and he wasn't even yet to hell)
he saw my glowing and desperate eyes
so's he stopped the bus,
and i got on,
the bus to never-never-land.
jesus is a whore and a coward.
she causes wars that she cannot attend.
for her substance, lacks.
i don't know what become of our child.
i hope that she didn't abort,
cause the little one might be
something quite special.
actually, that child is me,
and so i do
know that she didn't abort.
im like immaculate,
born of my own genetics combined with those
of a virgin who never f*#ked.
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sandstone conglomerate
climber
sharon conglomerate central
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Well, just try it again. It should work the second time around
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Stewart Johnson
climber
lake forest
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do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength
to endure a difficult one
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kennyt
climber
Woodfords,California
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Norwegian, want to climb at the fortress tomorrow?
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jogill
climber
Colorado
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Dylan Thomas, loved his poetry, but . . .
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Edge
Trad climber
New Durham, NH
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Norwegian, my apologies in advance for the format,
you know what they say about imitation.
Look at life as a slack line,
It begins and ends abruptly and it is our burden to cross to the other side.
We needn't know why,
We just know that to stand still encourages moss.
Balance, my friend, is your friend on your journey.
It is not only acceptable to oscillate, but highly recommended.
Because, you see, a ship in the harbor is safe,
But that's not what ships are for.
Perhaps mixing metaphors is also appropriate,
because there is no single way,
we must each follow our own path.
This is written in stone and blood and sweat and tears.
Keep your tethers short, and when you whiff,
stop, breathe, allow your higher self to refocus.
You can always re-mount.
I know you can.
Just don't fall with one leg to either side.
If you ever owned a Whillans harness, you'll know what I mean.
There are safer ways to fall,
If you are properly equipped.
Cheers!
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Studly
Trad climber
WA
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Edge, that might be the best perspective I've ever heard.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 3, 2013 - 09:29pm PT
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kenny i cant climb tomorrow
i'll be duly engaged in pursuit of material gains.
edge,
cheers and libra regards to you.
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CalicoJack
climber
CA
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Thanks for lighting us down bro. That was a good day, & I hope your days are getting brighter.
Cheers,
Andy
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 6, 2013 - 07:18am PT
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calico,
it took you every last drop of daylight
to free that stuck c4,
and i was glad to be your angel
with a light-halo for us both.
i was just swooning the sunset
after some solo pitches and a few beers.
you see, struggle has been my companion, lately.
it was one of those moments, for me,
when involuntary hardship (mad wife) couples with
chosen hardship (difficult rope solo pitches) on
a stage decorated with stunning mountain scenery;
and my grasp on the emotional realm tightens.
for that inner wind has a surface tension that
rarely yields,
and then only to the exact combination of pain and pleasure.
right then, for about an hour, i was inside my storm,
which was then borne of my wonder,
it traveled me about, far away from my decrepid body,
and shook all the pepper from my salt,
then i heard flesh sliding on granite,
and metal colliding with stone;
i like that song, so i got up
and about, to see if i couldn't maybe dance.
sure enough, i find friendship near
a fracture in this physical realm,
and we shall exercise that friendship
on some routes, soon.
oh, and that song that i was trying
to think of?
cosmic charlie
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....Kalico, kahlia, come tell me the news.
Calamity's waiting for a way to get to her.
Rosy red and electric blue I bought you a paddle for your paper canoe....
cheers to you and sonya.
-cosmic chuck
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Only you can decide when and if, to shop drinking. A lot of the time, through what you chose to share, it seems like you are encouraging us to encourage you to stop. It tends to look like a good idea.
Wharf rats write crazy, meaningful, dead inspired, verse too!
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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yeah, man.
I got no dime but I got some time
to hear your story.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 6, 2013 - 10:48am PT
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the sweet cliche
waftes among us:
"life is a disease,
death is well-being."
i don't believe in
taking any shortcuts enroute to wellness.
so im just 'spearamintin' with different
dialects of expressive action;
expressions are the only medication
that this disease responds to.
i am my own doctor,
i don't heed ya'lls medical advice, no offense.
i'll dig my own grave,
impart my own eulogy,
then i'll rob my grave, too.
i'll be my god,
and i'll be my devil.
and the three of us will
sit down together, and sort out
futures, over a beverage.
life as it is,
is just the right mixture of miracle and disaster.
sometimes i have to sit down,
sometimes i have to run madly,
zen breaths followed by gasping exhaustion,
kindly step aside.
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