Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Wright, Right?


A bit of color-enhcanced fun with a Hollyhock form, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. The "Hollyhock House" sits on a small hill near Vermont Ave. and Hollywood Boulevard. The actual color of this is a dull gray/green.


North entry to the main Barnsdall house. Color enhanced a bit...so cold. So cold.

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Sunday, December 24, 2006

Beyond the Rooftops



Singular expression of a Universal light
contemplate the moment, let it burn tonight
Mithras, Jesus, Dionysus, Tammuz:
days will lengthen no matter who you choose

shall we pause at the turning point
where matter equals space
shall we pause, just for that moment
then resume without a trace?

clinging to a secret past lets out a silent sigh
surfeit of deepest sorrow when the ancient gods all die
next: know we are the dancers, radiant beyond the sun
we are electric matter, we are all and we are none

so chase a tiger by the tail, run into the night
drink in the draught of yuletide ale--I think you better might
goddesses and starry myths illuminate the sky
you can witness wonder and dance beyond the why


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Friday, December 22, 2006

Turning Point


The Winter Solstice

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006



Shadows dance in cement dreams
The thudding braced in hardened legs
Merry is the making, mischief
Drink deep life and marvel dregs!


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Monday, December 18, 2006

Happy Holidays!


It started with a knock at the screen door: "...come on out and see me in my glory," said Santa.


"It's all about me," said Santa. "Come back later," said Santa. I did not know why.


Suddenly, Santa has to share the stage.


A very brown man, probably a jazz musician, dropped by and just sort of hung out.


Peter O'Toole quit drinking years ago but still sees penguins.


Baby Jesus was just a fetus, stuck in Santa's sack...


This will have to do...

You don't go to the War on Christmas with the icons you want--you go to the War on Christmas with the icons you have!

Peace to all!

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

People Still Not Wearing Enough Hats



Craigslist confuses the Money Crowd...

Jim Buckmaster, the chief executive of Craigslist, caused lots of head-scratching Thursday as he tried to explain to a bunch of Wall Street types why his company is not interested in “monetizing” his ridiculously popular Web operation. Appearing at the UBS global media conference in New York, Mr. Buckmaster took questions from the bemused audience, which apparently could not get its collective mind around the notion that Craigslist exists to help Web users find jobs, cars, apartments and dates — and not so much to make money.


From Monty Python's The Meaning of Life:

CHAIRMAN: ...Which brings us once again to the urgent realisation of just how much there is still left to own. Item six on the agenda: the meaning of life. Now, uh, Harry, you've had some thoughts on this.

HARRY: That's right. Yeah, I've had a team working on this over the past few weeks, and, uh, what we've come up with can be reduced to two fundamental concepts. One: people are not wearing enough hats. Two: matter is energy. In the universe, there are many energy fields which we cannot normally perceive. Some energies have a spiritual source which act upon a person's soul. However, this soul does not exist ab initio, as orthodox Christianity teaches. It has to be brought into existence by a process of guided self-observation. However, this is rarely achieved, owing to man's unique ability to be distracted from spiritual matters by everyday trivia.

[pause]

BERT: What was that about hats, again?

HARRY: Oh, uh, people aren't wearing enough.

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More about Craiglist's Non-Hat-Problem-Solving-Ways can be found here.

Text and image from Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" from here.

Via Huffington Post.

Crossposted at Correntewire. Look for MJS.

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Giver of Pleasure by Mouth!



General JC Christian has printed some responses to a posting of his.

In honor of those somewhat arch reviews, I wrote a song-thingy-parody-jubilee. Please sing it very loudly, wherever ye may be...


Cocksucker
(sung to the tune of Pat Benatar's Heartbreaker)

Your kind are like teh stupid gay, grinning over my bed
Fragging us, you dirty communist, until all we see is red
Like the French who is inner, you inflame my sexuality
Ineluctable sinner, and you make me think of oral things
You're a Cocksucker
Dem-fucker, Mort Drucker
Don't you dis Bush Family!
You're a Cocksucker
Dem-fucker, Mort Drucker
Don't you dis the Bush- NO NO NO!

Your thrusts really raised my ire, man you really blow
You've got me to deal with now, after I eat the last of my Cheetos
Like the French who is inner, you inflame my sexuality
Ineluctable sinner, and you make me think of oral things
You're a Cocksucker
Dem-fucker, Mort Drucker
Don't you dis Bush Family!
You're a Cocksucker
Dem-fucker, Mort Drucker
Don't you dis the Bush- NO NO NO!

Like the French who is inner, you inflame my sexuality
Ineluctable sinner, and you make me think of oral things
You're a Cocksucker
Dem-fucker, Mort Drucker
Don't you dis Bush Family!
You're a Cocksucker
Dem-fucker, Mort Drucker
Don't you dis Bush Family!
You're a Cocksucker
Dem-fucker, Mort Drucker
Don't you dis Bush Family!
Cocksucker!

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Sunday, December 10, 2006

L.A. River Styxx


make sure you have coins for the boatman
if you have to pull them from your eyes
your journey will require payment
you will pay your own way in disguise


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Saturday, December 09, 2006

But He Was Wrapped So Nicely!



Warning: Do not read the following lyrics if you find the idea of Deific Infanticide offensive. Lord knows I wouldn't.

If Our Dear Lord Jesus Died a Little Kid
(A Very Special Christmas Song)

I love Baby Jesus
So plump, so soft, so white
I asked for him for Christmas
I prayed for him at night

Two weeks before the 25th
A gift beneath the tree!
It was wrapped up Baby Jesus
He was wrapped up just for me

At first I was excited
But I was not a fool
I would not unwrap this gift
Until the day was Yule

Yet something very creepy
Occured the next three days:
Crying came from that wee box
Then the crying went away
(oh, this can't be good)

(chorus)
If our dear Lord Jesus
Died a little kid
There would be no Cross to bear
No atoning what we did
We would be in trouble
There'd be wars and crime and hate
Governments would lie to us
For Truth is often late
Lobbyists would prosper
And thieves would plunder all
The wealthy would get wealthier
The poor all made to crawl
All because dear Jesus
Did not survive the Fall

Now, I'm not superstitious
But this whole scene made me freak
It didn't get much better
After another week

The box began to reek a bit
As I dreaded the big day
What if we had slaughtered
Baby Jesus--oy-oy vey!

On Christmas Eve I panicked:
I took the box to church
To give to some poor family
Under the care of old John Birch

But on the way the box did tear
Baby Jesus then fell out
I caught him with a gift bag
That I am quick there is no doubt

(chorus)
If our dear Lord Jesus
Died a little kid
There would be no Cross to bear
No atoning what we did
We would be in trouble
There'd be wars and crime and hate
Governments would lie to us
For Truth is often late
Lobbyists would prosper
And thieves would plunder all
The wealthy would get wealthier
The poor all made to crawl
All because dear Jesus
Did not survive the Fall

I flew just like an angel
To the church, for midnight mass
I never had to shuss the babe
His little life had passed

And when the priest did offer up
A cracker as the body
I cried that I held the Lord Supreme
Though his condition was quite shoddy

The worshippers looked on in shock
As I stumbled toward the altar
The gift bag ripped, a wee hand fell out
But I managed not to falter

"Father, what if Baby Jesus
Never made it past a week?"
Intrigued but rather worried
Into my bag the Priest did peek

(chorus)
If our dear Lord Jesus
Died a little kid
There would be no Cross to bear
No atoning what we did
We would be in trouble
There'd be wars and crime and hate
Governments would lie to us
For Truth is often late
Lobbyists would prosper
And thieves would plunder all
The wealthy would get wealthier
The poor all made to crawl
All because dear Jesus
Did not survive the Fall

The Priest was all a'quiver
He shook and frothed a bit
He raised his voice to thunder
"That babe is not Jesus!

This baby's skin is brownish
His eyes too dark and deep
Perhaps he's Brangelina's
Call the cops, you Christmas geek!"

I gathered up dear Jesus
And ran out to the street
I headed for the hills to find
The cave that I did seek

I placed the little savior's
Body at the back
I checked it three days later
That's when Jesus knifed me in the back
Little Baby Jesus knifed me in the back
(25 stitches and a tetanus shot)

(chorus)
If our dear Lord Jesus
Died a little kid
There would be no Cross to bear
No atoning what we did
We would be in trouble
There'd be wars and crime and hate
Governments would lie to us
For Truth is often late
Lobbyists would prosper
And thieves would plunder all
The wealthy would get wealthier
The poor all made to crawl
All because dear Jesus
Did not survive the Fall

Thank God that this is just a song
Full of meretricious lies
Little Baby Jesus
As a baby did not die

And because he lived until
The age of thirty-three
He put an end to suffering
And all people were made free

For why else would a God arrive
One who ruled us like a king
It would be sad if such a drama
Did not really mean a thing

Some gifts are really tacky
Some are sly just like a fox
I pray that Christmas morning
I don't find Baby Jesus in a box

(chorus)
If our dear Lord Jesus
Died a little kid
There would be no Cross to bear
No atoning what we did
We would be in trouble
There'd be wars and crime and hate
Governments would lie to us
For Truth is often late
Lobbyists would prosper
And thieves would plunder all
The wealthy would get wealthier
The poor all made to crawl
All because dear Jesus
Did not survive the Fall

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Friday, December 08, 2006

Two Low Angle Spangled Tangles...


Rudy & Phil


Charlie the Chow

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Rudy Outside the Garden of Eden


Rudy finds Paradise amusing...

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