Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Luna P. Jammas



Luna, my dancing bear
Sheds her hair most everywhere
Though I brush her night and day
She has turned the whole house gray

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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Come Break Me Down

your suit is the finest
your hair is in line
your fingers are filed
you are looking fine

please sign the order
our methods are clean
please sign the order
life is a dream

come break me down
come one and all
come break me down
after the fall
what will become of you
at the end of the fight
the knives of the mind
still cut in the night

my life is sacred
my world is light
i am no different
from all in my sight

yes, i would fight you
yes, i'm opposed
the rules are forgotten
and god only knows

if you wanted lies
if you wanted pain
you have delivered them
like blood in the rain

come break me down
come one and all
come break me down
after the fall
what will become of you
at the end of the fight
the knives of the mind
still cut in the night

the office is closing
no lights in the hall
yet there are footsteps
they come for us all

hide in the courthouse
and swear on the bible
it's the work of the devil
and you are not libel

turn to the jury
turn to the crowd
tell them your story
death be not proud

come break me down
come one and all
come break me down
after the fall
what will become of you
at the end of the fight
the knives of the mind
still cut in the night

at the end of the nation
at the end of the trail
stand and deliver us
our body so frail

if you wanted lies
if you wanted pain
you have delivered them
like blood in the rain

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Thursday, April 23, 2009

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion The United States does not torture died yesterday from a variety of so-called enhanced interrogation techniques, up to and including being repeatedly slammed into a false wall, simulated drowning, stress positions and sleep deprivation. The Opinion had a long, full life, and it is with sorrow and regret that we note its passing.

Family and friends will join together to celebrate the life of the Opinion at an undisclosed detention facility next week. The general public is not welcome. Period. If anyone not specifically invited to this event shows up such a person will be placed in a small, dark box with a variety of arachnids tossed inside. You and your spider friends will be left there for a period not so long as to cause prolonged mental anguish or undue suffering, but long enough to totally freak you out. Additionally, you will be so close to organ failure that you could taste it.

In lieu of flowers the family has asked that would-be donors go to the closest window in their home or workplace or what-have-you, throw said windows open and howl in abject horror so that the whole world should hear their wailing, indeed scream from the very core of their beings until the mountains of our nation shake with despair, our fresh water lakes, rivers and streams dry up from shame, and our guilty, besotted souls are dashed upon the flesh-rending rocks that line the abject hollows of eternity.

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The Opinuary Column appears every Friday afternoon at Jesus' General.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

It's a Torture World

somebody changed the locks
somebody took the keys
somebody took a hammer to his face
brought him to his knees

that one there is a doctor's doctor
writing notes for a seminar
on the table a man is screaming
all that's missing is an air guitar

i remember the cosmic rivers
rainbow trout in the milky way
toss your line in, wait awhile
we will gut you the american way

(chorus)
wear a helmet, get an airbag
gotta give lip to my metal girl
bulletproof vest in a hail bullet buffet
book 'em, dano, it's a torture world

(yelled)
tell us something
we want to hear
c'mon baby
loud and clear
fuck you up
fuck you down
tell us what we want
before you drown
gotta give lip to my metal girl
book 'em, dano, it's a torture world

somebody ate all of the strawberries
somebody ate a whole damn plate
somebody knows a dirty little something
put in the hooks, we're out of bait

where is the garden of the holy ones
where is the heaven we seek in dreams
where is the child we sacrificed
nailed to a cross for the good of the team

(chorus)
wear a helmet, get an airbag
gotta give lip to my metal girl
bulletproof vest in a hail bullet buffet
book 'em, dano, it's a torture world

(yelled)
tell us something
we want to hear
c'mon baby
loud and clear
fuck you up
fuck you down
tell us what we want
before you drown
gotta give lip to my metal girl
book 'em, dano, it's a torture world

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lyrics by mjs

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Monday, April 20, 2009

Song for a Monday in April

I Still Like Begetting With You

senator someone and congressman crank
put on their gear and climbed in the tank
someone said they're gonna rob them a bank
should have used a computer

minister monkey and preacher delight
shut all the doors and put out the lights
disappeared together on a saturday night
they were found bending elbows at hooters

(chorus)
same old bullshit coming down the pike
same old trail, go take a hike
same old same old, like begets like
i still like begetting with you

hold me as tight as you can hold
hold me lover even when i'm old
hold me baby, our love is due
i still like begetting with you

doctor danville and nurse naomi
like to play and ride the pony
watch the news on a 50 inch sony
delivered by a comedian

councilman conrad and mayor mcbean
cooked themselves up a little scheme
they fell in love just like in a dream
and their income remained at median

(chorus)
same old bullshit coming down the pike
same old trail, go take a hike
same old same old, like begets like
i still like begetting with you

hold me as tight as you can hold
hold me lover even when i'm old
hold me baby, our love is due
i still like begetting with you

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Friday, April 17, 2009

Shifty Louise



She sits quietly on the pub table, taking in the light one fine April afternoon in Portland, Oregon. None dare ask her what she is reading, for none dare approach.

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Really Short Soap Opera

From this week's episode of Dusty Sands...

STATE OF TEXAS: I'm telling it to you the way it is, baby! I will walk out that door and never come back!

AMERICA: Yeah, and for ten bucks I'll pretend to give a shit.

ANNOUNCER: Thank you for tuning in to this week's episode of Dusty Sands...

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Monday, April 13, 2009

Nixing the Nipple Keeps It All PG-13

I love the female form, perhaps not wisely but too well. But it still makes me guffaw a bit that, in America, the difference between what is a Work Safe image and what is deemed NSFW is the depiction of the female nipple. No nipple = go ahead and oggle. Image with nipples = you dirty bastard.

The male equivalent? It is okay to show the shaft but not the glans of a penis. Because god will slap your dick or somesuch if you look at the human body in all its variety. This world is a strange bundle of nerves, yes?

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Of Robbers and Emperors

A bit of perspective, me hearties, about the Somalian pirates.

for every lad who sailed the sea
for his people and his life
we sneer and eat a grand repast
and sharpen all our knives


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Sunday, April 12, 2009

Death and Resurrection Meditation


there is not a fence constructed
nor wall erected
that is not surpassed
in scope and practice
by the prison of the mind


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Image "The Tao of Barbed Wire" by mjs

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This posting was originally at Correntewire, where it was titled "Hump Day Meditation."

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Tuesday, April 07, 2009

A Swale of a Time in Laurelhurst Park



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Monday, April 06, 2009

A Dream of a Distant Battle

Water runs and sometimes it gallops, up here in the Pacific Northwest. So too the mind, when trails appear link by link, be they followed or built. Don't know how I got to this interview with Bob Dylan but get there I did. Mr. Dylan talks for a bit about the Southern United States, and the battle for Shiloh, Tennessee which took place on April 6th & 7th, 1862. The war was just a baby, and after those two days of pitched and chaotic battle the country was bathed in a new kind of blood. What remained in the creeks and the hollows are what catch Mr. Dylan, who spoke of the "Southern air" in the interview:
It’s filled with rambling ghosts and disturbed spirits. They’re all screaming and forlorning. It’s like they are caught in some weird web - some purgatory between heaven and hell and they can’t rest. They can’t live, and they can’t die. It’s like they were cut off in their prime, wanting to tell somebody something. It’s all over the place. There are war fields everywhere … a lot of times even in people’s backyards.
And so Dylan rides on this different plane, where music is both of the heavens and of the vapors rising from the earth. He remains the genius of America's ghostly self.

Reading the brief Dylan interview led me to looking up the Battle of Shiloh, and Google did the rest. One thing I learned by following those links was that Confederate General Albert Sidney Johnston took a stray bullet to the back of his right knee. From there:
As he didn't think of the wound as serious at first, he allowed his personal surgeon to continue to care for wounded Union prisoners. The bullet had, in fact, hit an artery, the popliteal artery, and he was quickly losing blood. When some of his soldiers, who he was personally directing and rallying on the front lines, noticed he was very pale and almost falling off of his horse they asked him if he was injured and he replied, "Yes, and I fear seriously." He was carried to a small ravine, where he died quickly. This left only his second in command, General Beauregard, in charge against the greatest Union general.
A wounded Johnston, perhaps not fully understanding the gravity of his wound "...allowed his personal surgeon to continue to care for wounded Union prisoners." Would he have ordered his doctor differently, had he comprehended better his situation? I do not know, but I prefer to suspect there was something in him that saw past the personal all the way to the profound. And so, in ways large and small, on this side or that, human beings commit acts of selflessness and compassion not for glory or gain, but because it is the right thing to do...or so I contend.

So now, recollecting that water that runs where it will and links will lead where they may, I offer the following lyrics to a deceased General, who fought for a cause I can never support, but was never in a position where I had to. But so be it: for this day, the sixth of April, 2009, one hundred and forty-seven years after the day that he perished, General Albert Sidney Johnston is in my heart, and also in this song.

I KNOW THE NIGHT IS COMING

the rain has made a mess of things
i cannot see the road
far ahead is filled with dread
it's gray and bitter cold

a shot of light beneath the trees
a single ray of sun
my men, they laid me on the land
oh, god, thy will is done
oh, god, thy will is done

(chorus)
i know the night is coming
with my love so far away
i know the night will cover all
at the end of this hard day
i know the night is filled most up
with stars and northern light
i hope to travel in its dreams
to kiss my girl good night
to kiss my girl good night

i buckled when i took the hit
i held tightly to my horse
the prisoners needed doctors
while the drums beat for the war

i started falling out of sorts
they laid me on the ground
behind them was eternity
it didn't make a sound

i know that angels fly with wings
forged by the flights of men
i would like it most to fly away
and see my wife again

(chorus)
i know the night is coming
with my love so far away
i know the night will cover all
at the end of this hard day
i know the night is filled most up
with stars and northern light
i hope to travel in its dreams
to kiss my girl good night
to kiss my girl good night

(chanted)
a shot of light beneath the trees
a single ray of sun
my men, they laid me on the land
oh, god, thy will is done
oh, god, thy will is done

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Saturday, April 04, 2009

Help! Mankind Has Fallen and It Can't Get Up!

Or words to that effect.

Whatever. I was kind of hoping that Mithraism would pick up some steam...

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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

A Fool Perhaps, But Not an April Fool

Other than the man dying in front of them, the kids had a great time on the charter boat...

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