Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Friday, August 12, 2005

THE BAD MAGICIAN VISITS A TREE TWO MILES FROM A PARTICULAR RANCH IN CRAWFORD, TEXAS

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The Bad Magician made a rope of bones and hair and walked like a spider crab to Texas, where the sun is a powerful ember, burning the eyes. The Bad Magician had to die in a dream of Texas.

The Bad Magician began to collect the debts on the ranch: a thought here, an empty smile, a blade of withered grass, like wheat, like a blonde child. The President hid in a tree and licked his fingers. He was the boy.

Two miles from the President a goddess carries the heart of her dead son inside herself, in her womb. She is constructed daily. The wind picks her up and carries her away, but she does not move. She stands among the ancient stories but cannot be mythologized.

The President sees a tree where the goddess weeps. It won't stop growing, it comes into his life and grows backwards out of his skull. Branches and crows make idle chatter. Bark replaces his tongue. A man from Canada carries away his hands. The goddess does not smile but holds her arms out, she does not ask why but how and for what?

The Bad Magician cannot stand outside the story, and cannot get in the story. The light is bending as the moon waxes in the sky. The President turns and sees his face taken up by lizards and fashioned into parachutes. He has nothing left: his head a crown of thorns growing skyward, he towers achingly, for he cannot exist.

Two miles to go, and the tree replaces his mind with a set of graceful gestures, over and over, in the wind. The goddess releases her dead son into the tree where he lays down and sings about the shadows. The Bad Magician climbs next to the dead soldier and carves his name lamely in the wood.

The President wakes up. His arms are on fire.

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*(image of World Tree from here.)

*(The Bad Magician previously existed only as an unannounced guest at Corrente for as to relay his various and sundry Orphic and seemingly abject adventures. I decided to let him out of that box today, hence this posting, originally submitted in the comments section of Corrente)

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13 Comments:

At 7:59 PM, Blogger The Devil You Know said...

Yeah, but how'd that guy from Canada show up? Was he pharming out their pink healthcare to the highest bidding HMO?

I have officially moved Mortaljive from the "Just Suspect" section of my blog to "The Usual Suspects" section, as I find myself reading you more and more...even tho' you make fun of the recently named 7th most conservative city in the nation, Bakersfield (some of us can't afford to get out, damnit! Besides, I'm gathering intelligence, or rather, what passes for it in the seventh most conservative city in America...)

 
At 11:13 PM, Blogger MJS said...

Ah, the accent thing. Forgive me for I had been watching too much C-SPAN and had lost my mind.

When I was a kid Bakersfield was a place we drove past on our way to campgrounds south of Yosemite--we never stopped, except when I was older we might pull off the 99 and get some food. It was far enough away from home to count as "hey, we're making progress" and too far from our destination to feel like we were "close to camp."

Farmers tend to be conservative, I am told. And hard line Christians and cowboys and such like. As for moi: I'm just a city boy with no answers but all-you-can-eat voodoo.

Please drop in when the mood suits you!

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At 12:14 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Exactly what I was thinking.

 
At 6:57 AM, Blogger Oscar said...

Wow. Thanks.

 
At 8:28 AM, Blogger Terrible said...

Great Post!

 
At 12:42 PM, Anonymous DolphinGirl said...

beautiful, thank you.

 
At 1:03 PM, Blogger Mazzy said...

First of all, your blog was clearly the flashpoint for mine (to state the obvious).

Second, thank you.

Third, your post on JG was pure genius.

 
At 2:41 PM, Blogger Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

You are so incredibly beautiful.

And the sacred tree was the perfect touch.

Druids would envy you.

 
At 5:37 PM, Blogger zencomix said...

"Turn like a wheel inside a wheel..."

 
At 6:06 PM, Anonymous mandt said...

Yes, Oh yes M

 
At 11:11 PM, Blogger weazoe said...

We could definitely use more myth-making about the Bush administration. Is there more where that came from?

 
At 11:27 PM, Anonymous The Usual Suspect said...

Set to montage of mom pictures: Bar Bush looking matriarchal and stern, perhaps in pearls and haughtily protecting her "beautiful mind" from images of death and body bags. Cindy looking softer but stronger and speaking of the blood on all our hands. . .

Junior clearly has some serious issues with mom. Wonder why? Casey was was LOVED by mom but I'm not sure what Bar gave W. A case of the willies, I guess. Would explain all the drugging and drinking and whoring. Oh, I'm sorry. "Youthful indiscretions" before being born agin.

George Lakoff must be LOL at the grand battle of the archetypes that is developing in Crawfish, TX. Chimpy, the manufactured Rovian symbol of the STRONG FATHER/PROTECTOR, versus Cindy, the authentically NURTURING MOM. Duking it out in the Texas sun. Oh, Junior is a little late to this showdown. And you thought he was a REAL COWBOY. All Hat, No Cattle.

Anyway, the kids have discovered that Dad is a FRAUD and that their lives and welfare is being put at risk by his excesses. Time for MOM to take DAD out back and straighten him out. This is what is done in any good family-values family. DAD's had his fun but now it's time, once again, to GET REAL.

 
At 10:47 AM, Blogger MJS said...

weazoe,

There are more chapters of The Bad Magician, originally posted at Corrente. I will compile them and repost them here before too long...

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