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Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Nov 16, 2018 - 07:13am PT

Annatuk

At half past sunset
Annatuk took her leave
winding down mountain roads

Then we saw her at Christmas
fresh faced and laughing
she ran with the children

We talked about family
how some nursed their grudges
or never got closure

And of others who bounded
defied expectations
Annatuk being so humble

The last letter she sent us
snapshots of Italy
San Gimignano onto Florence tomorrow

As I dog sit the hoard
awaiting their return
from their travels abroad

Annatuk with her brood
along with her Andre
she never stops long for the sun

-bushman
11/16/2018
Jim Clipper

climber
Nov 16, 2018 - 07:22am PT
Bushman, was it you who mentioned R. Brautigan


Credit: Jim Clipper
?




Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Nov 16, 2018 - 07:24am PT
nO tHAT'D BE MOI






this is why we can't have nice things
and why the 1st amendment is under attack


NOT REAL SORRY FOR THE ALL CAPs
ON ONE OF THE STUPIDEST THREADS WE HAVE SEEN IN A LONG TIME
AT THE END OF THE 1ST PAGE
I LEFT THIS STEAMER
NOW MOVED HERE ,
REPLACED WITH WHAT EVEN THE SIMPLETONS WILL GRASP

but I like my itailian
My rant a shjtton
SO
HERE, EMBARRASSINGLY

& TO BE FOLLOWED BY SWEET CUPS OF WATER SOME CALL TEA

HERE IT IS IN ALL IT'S GLORIFIED MESS, CORRECTED FOR MISTYPES & TYPOS

PHOOK U IDJUTS i WAS ALMOST A NEIGHBOR.
LOOK UP BRIARCLIFF MANNER ON A MAP.
THERE IS A BIG HARD CLIFF IN ARMONK
ALL RIGHT AROUND THE CLUSTERFLUX
THAT IS Chappaqua

LOOK AT THE WAY GNOMISH COMES THEN GOES AWAY IF i GOTTA SOMETHING TO SPRAY.

MY HEART GOES OUT TO YOU IN sODOM, yOU GOT gAMORHRED FOR CAUSE
IT MUST BE HARD TO SEE THERE.
WHAT WITH ALL THE THICK WOODS - WHAT WITH ALL THE TREES
WAIT, FIRE LIKE NEVER SEEN BEFORE?
ABSOLUTELY BIBLICAL BURN DOWN
APOCTILIPRICAL

NO TREES TO BLOCK YOUR SIGHT?
NO CLEAN AIR TO SATE YOUR PLIGHT

YOU HAVE NOT LEARNED
YOU DID NOT LEARN YOUR CATECHISM


POWER NEVER RELENTS OR GIVES BACK

YOU SHOULD KNOW WHATS COMING
THEY HAVE GOT YOU ALL BY THE SHORT HAIRS

ON YOUR KNEES
YOUR YAPS OPEN

THAT TONGUE STUD GREASED WITH MRE (Meals Ready to Eat)
SWALLOW WHEN MUSHROOM-HEAD-ICKY STEPS ASIDE
AND PUTS HIS PENCE DOWN TO YOUR TONSILS

Pence/Rohrbacher -2020

i HAVE TO TAKE A BREATH, ITS SNOWING HERE
EVERYTHING IS FRESH, CLEAN WASHED AIR
PILLOWS OF WHITE EVERYWHERE.
TWICE THE TAXBITE
THREE TIMES THE COST OF LIVING

EXISTING IN A FIRE PIT
YOU CALL THAT LIVING?


Now i'm gonna go write my name in the new fallen snow
with my pee
Then I have to shovel it
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Nov 23, 2018 - 06:18am PT
eight hours this day...

at eight am I put on one sock
cross sliced an orange and noticed a clock
eight even sections divided each hour
then I tasted the sweet with the bitter and sour

now at nine the other sock and a shoe
for lopsided shuffling with critters ‘twould do
eight hours for sleeping or eight hours for kicks
eight hours for whistling or picking up sticks

come ten am and I went out the door
with two shoes pajamas a cap and no more
feeding the critters with woofs and meows
shuffling I smiled with the sun through the clouds

at eleven the shadows all left for a bit
with lunch and a nap it now felt time to quit
noting I was present I’d shown up for work
as a single notation with some major quirks

with noon it marked four hours to go
half way to sunset I was starting to slow
still time to tool about in the shop
five pets at my feet and no room for to hop

time flew by as the clock struck one
I barely noticed so engrossed in the fun
an escape from the world and time off from my mind
a welcome reprieve from the daily grind

two pm found me sanding and painting
letting these hands do the work of creating
drilling and sawing and building from snuff
whatever the heart thought important enough

three came and went as the light still held
like pieces of wood from great trees once felled
clearing the mess and turning off the light
readying myself for the coming of night

four pm and eight hours gone by
walking with dogs under darkening skies
a rain was now falling on grateful hearts
to nourish the souls of a world torn apart

eight hours passed in the blink of and eye
as well do our lives as we live and we die
civilizations they’ll come and they’ll fall
like summer to winter we all hear the call

what can one do in an instant we might ask
take time to reflect or to drink from your flask
for time waits for no one it often is said
so I put out the cat and I went off to bed

-bushman
11/23/2018
Fossil climber

Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
Nov 23, 2018 - 08:59pm PT
The great lake may not even freeze this year, but if so, this is what it does.

Freezeup

breath catches
breeze sears the cheek

wavelets ripple through fleece of mists
splash to glaze shore rocks
gunmetal lake steams
oppressed by arctic air
water shivers, contracts, becomes dense
sinks

descending waters merge
invisible columns flow down
sink over rocks, snags
to the sloping muck
slides lower
slow crystalline cascade
dense oxygen-rich and sinking
downward
downward
pooling in deepest dark
and building there
forcing warmer water
upward
upward
clear aqueous columns
like thermals on a warm day
boiling up
spreading like cumulus
seething the surface
bearing scent of grey-brown muck

at bitter surface
swirls, shivers, tightens
sinks in its turn

the lake is turning over
turning over
cooling
colder
coldest
turnover slows and stops

the lake is still, waiting
water can get no colder
and still be wet
surface seethes no more
surrendered to the cold

darkness comes and calm
no eye sees the jewels form
thicken touch coalesce

at dawn all is under glass

***
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Nov 24, 2018 - 05:12am PT
the son

the days gone by
the heart grows fonder
the memories of you
the loss of you now gone
the little boy with super powers
the many things we did together
the battles of the will
the adventures and the climbs
the pain
the heartbreak and
the triumph
the watching you grow up and then
the girl that you would marry
the times you tried it on your own
the pride we felt for you
the little family that you had
the girl and boy that you raised up
the woman and man that they became
the lives that you made
the times you shared them with us
the world and it’s distractions
the temptations that you battled
the disease and the addictions
the hand that you were dealt
the dying that you suffered
the alternate reality
the perceptions with which we struggle
the times and empty spaces
the life you made
the hole you left behind
the place within my heart you’ll always be
the son I love and still want to cherish
the father that you made me
the son you’ll always be
the days gone by

-tim s
Fossil climber

Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
Nov 24, 2018 - 12:08pm PT
Tim - you really got to me.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 29, 2018 - 07:11pm PT
The name's the thing.

Blankenverse?
Juliet Romeo?  Nah.
Juliet Romeo? Nah.
Credit: mouse from merced
Shakenbrake?


flip-flops in the rain 12 & 35

the squishing of water-logged leaves
the dripping of water from the eaves

each step taken leads me further into the dark
in another forty days we may need an ark

so quiet and the world seems at peace
it's chilly out but I'm wearing fleece

and I'm thinkin':
what would Jesus have done if not for the Mediterranean climb?
it is easy to walk on water in Greenland--it's mostly all frozen
--mfm

MelissaRodriguez

Boulder climber
Greenville, NC
Nov 30, 2018 - 04:23am PT
wowm really talented
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Nov 30, 2018 - 04:45am PT
So that's where that went -oopsy-
resting than there, a something, it came from where
the depths start to deepen more
And darkly
too yes
hear hear to better daze.
ifn no was to no what, no, no, what no, & nowhat


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2018 - 06:02am PT
Ng, that gnarly gnat from VietGnam,
gnawed gnocchi as Gnome burned on.
--Silent Lee
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Dec 4, 2018 - 05:30pm PT
Time the Gift or Curse

When I was young
and carelessly bold
I rarely reflected
on the pain and cold

But as years went by
I mused somewhat
with a beer in hand
and stew in the pot

How the injuries felt
they took longer to heal
I’d contemplate this
while I ate my meal

Thought there’d be more days
‘for the next conquest
achieved but a tenth
what I’d planned at best

The days grew short
as well my spine
So I read more books
while remaining supine

‘Till one day I
could barely get up
to tie my shoe
or to eat my sup

So now I am lucky
though no longer a pup
and delegate labor
when my body gives up

I count the hours
the minutes the days
they’re all I’ve got left
in so many ways

As life goes by
as well goes our youth
our friends and our pets
we get long in the tooth

As the years do pass
‘twould be well to do
accept there’ll be loss
with your victories too

-bushman
12/02/2018


Holiday McMiss-Steer

John said it was forty
degrees in St Louie
Back home the missus
builds wreaths by the fire
...and hope

I hadn’t the hearth to
remark on their flammability
but then I did
Smooth move ex lax
...dope!

-bushman
12/04/2018
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 6, 2018 - 06:04pm PT
And When I Say Poem
BY REBECCA WOLFF

I mean this thing

I want to write and no other

You will not be so clever

as to resurrect the feathered

the tatty wings of a costumed

angel in my dining room

tatty spatial realm

room where I exist and look at things and eat them

and float nine inches above the floor

and no one else need know

and no other poet

will do



The poet will do

what the poet will do and mime

or maim the poet

meme—in fancy

venue or classroom or focus

group the wings of the poet

relax and warm and shed and oracular

shit out the window in a pile by the side of the road

and the commitment of the poet

to engage, subvert, refract, or remand

is safe in my vagina at last where it belongs.
Credit: Ann Udder Poet


https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/90201/and-when-i-say-poem
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Dec 6, 2018 - 11:13pm PT
the road up there

give or take a hundred klicks past
several stop lights
more or less

some friendly miles of mountain driving
old sugarloaf then
phantom spires

on forest snows sleeps the marauder
tonight off broadway
lovers leap

where we once strode we stand alone
some say forever
no one knows

the shadows know for whom to mourn
their cold indifferent
loving care

-bushman

Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Dec 7, 2018 - 01:08am PT
(then I wanted to just copy paste the title)
(the bug is limited to the Taco! damn......)



I'm suffering some 'puter issue,
did not accept some up-grade or another.
The resulting slow to failing to upload -
Or reload or return to the page
after an edit to make a spelling correction....

So much so that I copy/paste whole posts to save them
Incase they leave & disappear into some dark hole.

-That means as I have done here I just save the planned up-loads then add .
-them to the post once
-the, ,words The text is semi...
Semi......finished
Semi... . deliberate
Semi. . . . expanded
Semi. .Truck*
Semi. . . . Bomber
Semi. . . . . . on
Semi. . . . . . . off
Semi. . . . . . . . slack
Semi. . . . . . . . . take
Semi. . . . . . . . . . belay


falling!

if that explains anything? it was not meant to clear up anything


just an attempt to qualify this weirdness

and what has led to the spam-like nature of this and other posts.

Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Dec 7, 2018 - 01:11am PT
The Top of the Junk Heap of History


- and their brothers, sons, daughters mothers,
fathers, guilty cousins, all those yet to come
Who will un-ceremoniously end up mummified
under the heap

This A test
UN-ONLY A TEST
From deep to shallow
Whats best is best
This Rollercoaster
This whipsnake
this closed out barrel
riding the crest
riding just under
the breaking wave
What is Life
Glory be to who
What
A funeral train
-A gift that once, now no more
-A grief, A pallor palpable to some
But lost on most.
All in to find that it was a worst possible out come
error
this is a test
only a test
best left to let those who mourn do so
To wait for the pages of excuses & bold proclamations
to un-fold
Regardless of the tragic truth
A truth that a look at the history
Of the sad repeated behavior
truly holds

to get it out, let it out, to pass the past off
to the bloody junk heap of history


Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Dec 10, 2018 - 02:07pm PT
An interesting short piece about E. E. Cummings for whom I have always had great respect and appreciation.
https://getpocket.com/explore/item/the-courage-to-be-yourself-e-e-cummings-on-art-life-and-being-unafraid-to-feel-19034139
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