Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

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


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

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

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


by mjs, written September 6th, 2015

We're still thinking about you, Joe


"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."


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

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)


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

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)

Monday, July 06, 2015

some lyrics just want to die

the heat was the mother for a month of days
the parking lot was smoking
and the killer was fazed
smoke came out his nose like dragon fire
son, get in line and sing to the choir

the call came in for a stiff in a box
we got two johnnies
to go pick up the fox
sent them for a drive on the two-thirteen
knock on the door and step into the dream

 hey you boys, you from the funeral home
pick up the body and play musical bones
pick up the gold watch, pick up the gun
everybody pickin' when they go on the run


Sunday, June 07, 2015

Some say

sometimes the toadstools are happy
sometimes the toadstools are sad
sometimes they grow into monsters
some say that it's only a fad


Thursday, May 21, 2015

So many uses for tape

there is invisible tape all over the world
holding broken things together
sealing envelopes and ideas
making tatters last until midnight

before music went back to being just an idea
it ran its notes on tape
and the tape was a river of sound

perhaps i will go to a park
and tape the sunset to the jungle gym
or to the swings, burning my hands
to become just another death

maybe dogs will put bark at my feet
and i will tape their jowling words
to the wind 


Monday, May 11, 2015

Introducing the Drama That You Paid For!!

i am also a camera
taking moving pictures of the world
making stories out of them:

at night i run the projector
through infinity

when we see something unusual
we delete it
but no one seems to notice

my stunt double
is just some guy with a mirror
and pads