Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, January 03, 2016

Goal!!!!!


gonna build a rainbow farm
gonna plant the colors on the moon
wild, freaking kubrick bursts
out there on the rainbow farm

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Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Thirty-five years ago*

thirty-five years ago
early in the morning
driving east into the sun
i heard on the radio
john lennon's days were done
i squinted like a baby
staring at burning angels
their fire came at me like daggers
their purpose came undone

bullets are not saviors
bullets are not hope
lying on the sidewalk
not a pauper or a pope
john was such a dreamer
but not the only one
the price of bullets fired
the cheapness of a gun

no one built a chapel
no one praised a god
no one rode the spirits
no one gave the priest a nod
no one could remember
no one could explain
no one in that december
would see his like again
no one in that december
would see his like again
*Written in remembrance of an awful day in December of 1980--I lived in Southern California and was unaware of John Lennon's murder until I heard about it on the radio while driving south/southeast on the 405 in southern Orange County.    

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Refugees

i see wizards
refugees
sending smoke into the trees
i hear natives cry
beating drums
beating drums
the natives in the eye

leaves have fallen
here in autumn
they are earth again

there is music
coming from a gray box
urging me to do nothing

glass window to the world
i see so many birds
in the naked trees
flying in the wizard's robe
stars in the wizard's eyes

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Sometimes referred to as Ash Flies

white flies
white flies
white flies

fly unto me
get under the leaf
what is your beef?
go on flying

each of the flies
lives 30 to 60 days
then it's goodbye
goodbye little fly

we will not go with a bang
we will not go with a bang
we'll just fill our noses with flies
it's the latest disguise
white flies
white flies
white flies

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Monday, October 05, 2015

Obama's Smirk


"Obama's Smirk"--the Cheshire cat of political expressions. Long after this mixed race Hawaiian President leaves the stage that smirk of his shall remain, haunting the hallways of DC, appearing of a sudden outside the offices of the factually impaired, mocking, mocking, mocking the racists and the petty fools. His grinning maw will become the stuff of legend, a story to tell the young ones to keep them in line, to frighten them at bedtime. The last of it shall be seen as the swamp waters rise on K Street, when the nation's capital becomes the murky lagoon it always was. The smirk's greatest fault was it could not reach all the way into the marrow of the South, where, as Lincoln had released the slaves, yet Obama could not release from bondage the bitter sinews of bigotry, fear and false pride that was the inheritance of those who would rule other men. Those prisoners of history, haunted but unmoved, would burn the South down before they could look in the mirror and see clearly what they truly were, after the bluster and contempt had settled, after the shaking fists, the tantrums, the ruinous plottings had subsided. For in that mirror, staring back at them, was the subtlest of smiles--some say smirk--of our nation's first mixed race Hawaiian president. Mahalo, motherfuckers.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Quote of the Week

"Inside of every asshole is a douchebag just crying to get out."

Detective Neptune

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Sunday, September 06, 2015

I don't want to be found dead in Utah



"I don't want to be found dead in Utah"

Joel Emmanuel Hägglund aka Joe Hill


be you strong, in strength you dare
be you borne upon the air
do your singing in the night
in all things, try to be fair
you can take that anywhere
remember, take my body out of sight

lift your voices, we all shine
don't be afraid to be divine
 join the world, and join the fight
the people know what they all saw
don't find me dead, not in Utah
remember, take my body out of sight

(chorus)
first they ignore you
then they laugh at you
then they fight you
then you win
just remember
each November
Joe Hill is laughing with a grin

be you weak, or be you strong
lift your voices in the songs
no one's alone, sounds so right
they can build walls higher still
but they can't keep out Joe Hill
we are all the secret of the light

lift your voices, we all shine
don't be afraid to be divine
 join the world, and join the fight
the people know what they all saw
don't find me dead, not in Utah
remember, take my body out of sight

(chorus)
first they ignore you
then they laugh at you
then they fight you
then you win
just remember
each November
Joe Hill is laughing with a grin

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by mjs, written September 6th, 2015

We're still thinking about you, Joe

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"Just prior to his execution, Hill had written to Bill Haywood, an IWW leader, saying, "Goodbye Bill. I die like a true blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning. Organize... Could you arrange to have my body hauled to the state line to be buried? I don't want to be found dead in Utah."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill

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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A doll's love


What frightens people these days? Guns? Despair? 
An iPhone that won't work? 

A tried and true gimmick of Hollywood horror films was often a slow, deliberate pan of a musty room, and then in a corner of the scene, just catching some dim, smoky light, a burnished gold sunbeam with dust motes reeling and spinning
--what is revealed is a silent, vacantly-staring doll--an antique perhaps, a decaying toy from a different era, a doll whose silence wasn't poetic, rather it was ghoulish, foreboding. 

This is the past that tugged at the viewer, turned the fear inside out, and whether it's a personal moment of regret or a collective, subconscious dread of the past in general we sense that it is late in the hour--

maybe we shouldn't be in this room, because something we won't be able to control wants very much to go bump in the darkness. 

Have a nice night.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Burn all the flowers

i am a virus
i like your iris
i want to hold you in bed

i am a satyr
you have hit paydirt
listen to all that i've said

the needle is pointing
while we sit anointing
the fire that burns up the west

hold me tonight, love
push comes to your shove
give me your loving, the best

(chorus)
burn, burn, burn all the flowers
burn all the hours
burn all the dreams
burn all the dreams
play with the ashes instead
you are so pretty
it will be a pity
we burned it all down 
just like you said
just like you said
we burned it all down
just like you said

i am a master
at running things faster
at making the gears all go round

we sold all the hardware
at a yard sale in Delaware
now is the time you go down
now is the time you go down

(repeat chorus)

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Saturday, July 25, 2015

We Follow God's Plan

welcome to the country
welcome to our land
get 'em a drink, boys
strike up the band
here in our brotherhood
sisterhood too
show 'em the love
the love that is true

take some to memphis
take some to nome
dance in the moonlight
preach about rome
from laredo to fargo
from tucson to el lay
show them a good time
then send 'em away

(chorus)
bullets and murder
screams in the glass
bullets and murder
and kiss my ass
bullets and murder
blood on the sand
guns for the babies
we follow god's plan

drive to the desert
with god in the trunk
duct tape and whiskey
will put out his spunk
i've got some fuses
ole bill has a tank
send god to the angels
we'll go to the bank

(repeat chorus)

america, sweet demon
so frightened and mad
eyes made of moonbeams
hearts made of sad
broken and crawling
to the edge of the dream
america, sweet demon
take one for the team

(repeat chorus)