Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, August 27, 2016

No More Ooh in Ooh La La!



Ebbing Flowing Darkly Inky Controversial Black Burkini
She was delayed when she came to the water
She was disturbing to those who could see
She was delayed when she came to the water
She was delayed by the powers that be
Du, twa, qua–no more ooh in ooh la la!

It was an ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
That she wore to la mer on that day
An ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
Down on the sand where she started to lay
Du, twa, qua–oh mon dieu, no ooh la la!

She was unafraid to be out in the open
Some people snickered, crying “ha ha”
Unafraid to be out in the open
Only she could see what she saw
Du, twa, qua–no more ooh in ooh la la!

It was an ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
That she wore to la mer on that day
An ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
Down on the sand where she started to lay
Du, twa, qua–oh mon dieu, no ooh la la!

She’s like a seal having fun in the water
The surfers are eyeing her keen
Just like a seal having fun in the water
On the front page of Surf Magazine!
Du, twa, qua–no more ooh in ooh la la!

It was an ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
That she wore to la mer on that day
An ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
Down on the sand where she started to lay
Du, twa, qua–oh mon dieu, no ooh la la!

(plus ça change)
Let’s go surfing now!
Everybody’s learning how
Come and wear Burkinis with me!
Come and wear Burkinis with me!

Image of woman in a Burkini from here.

Hat tip to Juan Cole of Informed Comment, whose post about the Burkini issue inspired this parody. 


Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Tell Me No More


he was sorta a preacher
sorta a friend
wore a suit and tie
the king of goddamn

he got on the telly
and said we would burn
but the rain came and flooded
his every word
yes, the rain came and flooded
his every word

down in louisiana
they got stories to tell
girls in the windows
boys in the well

so many want mercy
so many want love
from way down below
and from up above
yes, from way down below
and from up above

(chorus)
tell me again, preacher
'bout the fire next time
tell me again
water to wine
tell me again
and again and again
tell me again
then tell me no more

the preacher man's house
it could not swim
it sat in the muddy
dumber than sin

god was a punisher
punishing him
down in the muddy
dumber than sin

(chorus)
tell me again, preacher
'bout the fire next time
tell me again
water to wine
tell me again
and again and again
tell me again
then tell me no more

ain't no rules in heaven
except there's a hitch
god don't like being
your little bitch

next time the preacher
cries in the south
fish will come swimming
right out of his mouth

(chorus)
tell me again, preacher
'bout the fire next time
tell me again
water to wine
tell me again
and again and again
tell me again
then tell me no more

***


Sunday, August 07, 2016

Little Birds Far From the Pain



Some dentist down south sent me an email
wishing me a happy birthday
I've never been inside of that office
and have no idea just what I should say

Somebody on FaceBook wished me a good one
kindly they were, kindly to care
I've never been inside of their thinker
I'm sure it is lovely, like a magical fair

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

Some bastard in Texas remarried his ex's 
time and again and then time and once more
I wonder if champagne tastes good in the summer
somewhere in Texas is an answer for sure

The dog is so pretty, so sweet and elusive
she runs in the yard like a pony so grand
Should I feed her my birthday, so she'll live forever?
I'll give her my years if she'll bark with the band

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

For humans in ruins, for laminate widows
For sorrow in strangers who stare
I've never been inside of their thinker
I'm sure it is lovely, like a magical fair

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

***

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Groceries


claw your way to the other side
see how the other half digs
just make sure that you come home
and bring us a basket of figs




Saturday, July 02, 2016

The Emptiness of Hikes


i think today i'm yearning
for something in the sky
what it is exactly
i don't wonder why

like poetry of cloud forms
swirling into tapestries
the great vault of space
also yearning for the trees
yearning
but never pleased

up above the city
get out on the trails
find yourself no longer
vanishing behind the veils

i live in the age of opinion
of comments and of likes
you cannot show a picture
of the emptiness of hikes
yearning
for the emptiness of hikes

i think that i can't add up
all the things that i have seen
there are no equations
that ever will quite bleed
but this is not just ranting
this is not the thing it's not
i'm yearning
it is all i've got

***


Sunday, June 05, 2016

Ode to a Campground Slug



Ode to a Campground Slug

Fair thee well, Grand Slug of Memory
From sea to sea, the shining seas
Fair thee well, Grand Slug of Memory
To the Kingdom we grant you the Keys!

Though you take your time
And are mostly slime
Yet you are divine
Assuredly
Fair thee well, Grand Slug of Memory
To the Kingdom we grant you the Keys!

***

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Windows and the Law


i have to let my father go, again
i have let him go before but the same
problem remains
and so there he is, looming and
weak but stubborn

history is not merely a series of lamentations
and complaints, ordinances broken
speeding tickets and penalties:
history is this enormous window
that is illuminated briefly
try to clean it from time to time
if only to catch a glimpse
of me waving goodbye to 

a man who cannot wave back

***


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Gender Gnomic





Transgender mutants in the news today
Ambiguity headed for the Milky Way
Everybody's going to the dance bar
Everybody's naked in the car-car
How will I know which body to fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

Transgender mutants in the lavatory
Time to run, apparently they're migratory
Don't let them near the young ones
They've got everybody on the run-run
How am I supposed to know who to fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

(chorus)
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I want to know your destination
I need to see your gender certification
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Transgender spiders from outer space
Eight legs, keeping their balls in place
Everybody's metamorphisizing
I'm a boy or a girl realizing
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

Got a note from my gender mentors
Just came back from a bender adventure
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

(chorus)
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I want to know your destination
I need to see your gender certification
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no

***



Tuesday, April 26, 2016

I love that she dances


i hid in the forest
after the job
had filled me with dread again
had billed me the lot
so i hid in the forest
and sang to the trees
the trees, they all listened
and did as they pleased

i slept at the old house
after the bombs
had emptied the cities
had lost their aplomb
so i slept at the old house
and dreamed of a girl
she was potent and moody
said she'd give me a whirl
an enchanted girl
she whispered me nothing
she said she's not a rental
she's certainly something

break me again
shatter the body
open the stopples
dance me the story
i love that she dances
i love that she dances
she always dances
i always die
break me again
shatter the sky

i wrestled a cowboy
down on his luck
he emptied his pockets
surrendered his truck
i wrestled a cowboy
he died in his lungs
he said that the enzymes
were all that he'd won

i slept in the shadows
then up came the sun
the light came like razors
i am such a bum
i slept in the shadows
and rose in the sea
i fell off the planet
i miss all the trees

break me again
shatter the body
open the stopples
dance me the story
i love that she dances
i love that she dances
she always dances
i always die
break me again
shatter the sky

i slept at the old house
after the bombs
had emptied the cities
had lost their aplomb
so i slept at the old house
and dreamed of a girl
she was potent and moody
said she'd give me a whirl
an enchanted girl
she whispered me nothing
she said she's not a rental
she's certainly something

***

Saturday, April 09, 2016

Bark King


no sister is serene
no sister i have seen
pleasant, sometimes in the dream
pleasant, sometimes

no vision is complete
no vision i have concrete
howling, howling in the street
metal rubber and concrete

(chorus)
what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs

clouds are monkeys in the sky
birds are just the chimpanzees
swinging into the breeze
singing as you please

if you guard a flock at night
better to smell than to fight
sound the alarms for the Bark King
gotta do what is right

what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs

i saw a dead man in the water
sleeping there with neptune's daughter
someone said he was a ranger
i think he was a coyote spotter

no sister is serene
no sister i have seen
pleasant, sometimes in the dream
pleasant, sometimes

no vision is complete
no vision i have concrete
howling, howling in the street
metal rubber and concrete

what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs