Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Monday, December 22, 2014

You must beat a drum, now and then


the solstice tried a thing or two
before it glanced away
it spun the gold of noiseless air
and left all hell to pay

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Wednesday, December 03, 2014

Too fast upon the shore

a report from nowhere:

nothing left to move us
what can we build with those broken ships?
true, we sailed together, and landed
and stood on the land like we belonged
but we didn't
not really

our voyage was too fast
we arrived too soon
we needed a much longer song
to learn what the lyrics meant
to go deeper into ourselves
we were children with knives and guns
we were killers with a golden lord

maybe, if the voyage wasn't so fast
we could have learned more about love
about fairness
about decency
about the birds
and the wolves
and the wind--all the winds of the world

we got here too fast
and children are hungry
and poor people die slaughtered
and many wring their hands
and feel unloved

maybe, if we took our time
we would have recognized ourselves
in everyone we saw
and found more lessons than we brought

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Saturday, November 29, 2014

A lovely bit of darkness hence


dens, caves
wombs

wolves, bears
mother

entrance, exit
stage

the dark hollows
are frightening
in their familiarity

once you return to the void

howling, growling
lament

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Mergitroids


something was here, women are wondering
someone is lost, not at all shocking, that
i am a voice
wait for the epilogue

i walk the boards
off to the mergitroids
how can anyone
play with the world
and not get tired?

epilogue:

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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Gallery, bitches!

i can't write on a full stomach
with my belly hanging over my legs
like a drunken dirigible

instead i will put a drill in my nose
and hang art in my sinuses

when i sneeze
god erupts

the wine is only fair

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Thursday, November 06, 2014

The Exchange of Gasses


We have plants in our home, and our job is to keep the plants alive, for as long as possible.  

We have pets in our home, and our job is to keep our pets alive and healthy, for as long as possible.  

We have relationships, friendships, lovers, family: we keep our connections alive as long as possible, until we fall down and are no more.  

To say that we are treading water is not quite right--that has a sort of desperate quality that being alive surpasses, but the idea of staying afloat is very near the mark.  

We are trying to control our own gravity, our own entropy, our own demise, but we can't control it; we can only pay attention to our breathing, to our spinning wheels, for as long as it takes us to exhale.  

Water the plants, love the pets, be good to each other--remember to breathe, but revel in your exhaling!  

That's the air of the world leaving your body, altered by the experience.  Oxygen battered into carbon dioxide--a fine way to treat a guest!

Friday, October 24, 2014

Existentialism for the New World Order


Friday, October 10, 2014

My Liberal Brain

Life is simple for the liberal brain
Just smoking dope with the ghost of Hussein
Dancing naked in the October rain
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

The days are easy for the liberal kind
They stick the gods where the moon doesn't shine
They just make love and drink all the wine
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Just give me an hour with a conservative man
Let me bask in the glorious plans
We'll turn the world into a Vietnam
But without the Vietnamese
Oh, please
Oh, please

They think we came from the ape family
That we were swinging in our Family Tree
That there wasn't an Adam and Eve
Oh, no
Oh, no

Just give me leaders who know who the boss is
Just give me free market fuck what the cost is
Show me the money and I'll show you what "is" is
Oh, no
Oh, no

Just turn me loose in the halls of power
Just let me climb high up in the tower
Just let me ring the bells every hour
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Fuck yeah...

Life is simple for the liberal brain
Just smoking dope with the ghost of Hussein
Dancing naked in the October rain
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

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Note: a fellow commenter made the comment about "a liberal brain" and did so in a disparaging fashion.  I like the idea of a liberal brain and a conservative asshole.  Makes sense to me.  

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Tuesday, October 07, 2014

The time has come, my friends, to talk of many things


Saturday, September 27, 2014

Fear is your buried treasure


what chases you is what you chase
what you hide from is your face
the face of days submerged in time
in the forests of your mind

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