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 29, 2009

Ode to Jerry Dunphy



l.a.'s on fire again
the hills in flame again
you know just where you've been
l.a.'s on fire again



have you seen fire dance
like a tango from a lost romance
take a dive or take a chance
have you seen fire dance



from the desert to the endless sea
lay the ruins of a charcoal queen
we camped in heaven, didn't pay the fee
from the desert to the endless sea

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The images are from the May, 2007 Griffith Park fire.

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Friday, August 28, 2009

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion "Joking about assassinating the democratically elected President of the United States, if such joking is cloaked in the parlance of Hunters, is funny or acceptable or defensible or advisable or moral or appropriate for a citizen who would seek public office" has died, having been shunned by rational, civilized human beings. Its final hours spent wandering in a seemingly endless circle, lost and feebly pleading for understanding, the Opinion finally collapsed in a heap of latent bitterness, enmity, racism and despair, where it breathed its last and could project its passive/aggressive venom no more. Any ideology which finds that its defense of liberty invariably ends with impromptu fantasies of the murder of a duly elected national leader whose greatest crime is--wait for it--having been duly elected, has in fact lost all credibility, for non-coerced respect vanishes at the point of a gun--irretrievably and utterly and permanently. Even the grandest of fools cannot un-pull a trigger.

Services for the deceased Opinion are scheduled to be held somewhere in Idaho--perhaps in a cave or bunker, where it has been said that love and understanding may yet live, and peace and compassion may yet survive, if one is patient and knows how to look and listen with a stout heart and a curious mind. In lieu of flowers, relatives of the late Opinion are asking that people stop shooting their mouths off, lest their words fall dead on arrival.

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The Opinuary Column appears Friday afternoons at Jesus' General.

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Let it Ride All the Way Into the Yonder

the greatest truth is a bummer to a lot of folks
it puts the end to the laughter and the jokes
when it all comes down
no one will come around
it puts the end to the laughter and the jokes

the greatest lie gets people to stand and clap
they're selling heaven, they'll even give you a map
it fills the flock with hope
so they won't feel like dopes
they're selling heaven, they'll even give you a map

let it ride all the way into the yonder
let it ride all the way to eternity
clutch your heart, feel the glory
a really bloody story
let it ride all the way to eternity

the greatest moment came in the greatest loss
putting in the nails was quite a cost
pounding flesh into the spirit
you'd best not get too near it
putting in the nails was quite a cost

a road was paved to the kingdom of the lord
here comes that bus, you better climb aboard
sing praises to the sky
and kiss your ass goodbye
here comes that bus, you better climb aboard

let it ride all the way into the yonder
let it ride all the way to eternity
clutch your heart, feel the glory
a really bloody story
let it ride all the way to eternity

the greatest truth is a bummer to a lot of folks
it puts the end to the laughter and the jokes
when it all comes down
no one will come around
it puts the end to the laughter and the jokes

the greatest lie gets people to stand and clap
they're selling heaven, they'll even give you a map
it fills the flock with hope
so they won't feel like dopes
they're selling heaven, they'll even give you a map

let it ride all the way into the yonder
let it ride all the way to eternity
clutch your heart, feel the glory
a really bloody story
let it ride all the way to eternity

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

He Fought the Good Fight





Senator Edward Moore "Ted" Kennedy
February 22, 1932 – August 25, 2009
Rest in Peace

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.


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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Juan Carlos in "Between the Folds"



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Sunday, August 23, 2009

Lord Knows, We Need a Break Now and Again



all the heroes vanished
into the hills that night
crawling with the shadows
until the break of light
folks in town all wondered
what, oh what to do
then they ate their breakfast
and went off to the zoo

goodbye, you motherfuckin' heroes
lord knows, we need a break now and again
we know you're brave and true
good luck in all you do
we'll be sure to notify your next of kin

no one called the police
to try and track them down
no one formed a posse
at least not in that town
they'll live on in legends
the townspeople did say
heck, they only just went missing
and that was yesterday

goodbye, you motherfuckin' heroes
lord knows, we need a break now and again
we know you're brave and true
good luck in all you do
we'll be sure to notify your next of kin

the heroes ate their sandwiches
and drank their sweet ice tea
then they took their telescope
to see what they could see
no one was a coming
to see about their fate
it made them kinda sorry
they didn't feel that great

goodbye, you motherfuckin' heroes
lord knows, we need a break now and again
we know you're brave and true
good luck in all you do
we'll be sure to notify your next of kin

but wait, out in the distance
a cloud of dust arose
a rider from the city
came to find those dear heroes
come back, you rugged men
in five years or in ten
but take your time, we need a break
as you most surely know

goodbye, you motherfuckin' heroes
lord knows, we need a break now and again
we know you're brave and true
good luck in all you do
we'll be sure to notify your next of kin

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Friday, August 21, 2009

Sheriff John



Happy Birthday to Everybody!

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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

More Please



More here.

This Anthony Weiner guy...I am impressed. May his ideas and reasoning faculties continue to receive the serious consideration that they deserve.

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Wheatland Ferry



I dedicate this one to Les Paul...

Wheatland Ferry

i left that little junkie back in stayton
to hell with her and all her junkie friends
i stole her buick, then i broke the fender
i hate starting shit that i can never end

i headed for my folk's place back in salem
but the bank had got there many years ago
a family with two kids: would they surrender?
i really didn't want to make it so

give me all the money, give me matches
tell the kids i'll show them something scary
just give me what i ask for and i'll vanish
the boatman waits for me at wheatland ferry

dig in tight, my nasty little momma
dig in tight, put your nails inside my veins
dig in tight and i will fight you like a stranger
drown me in the river, end my pain
wait for me but only for awhile
the boatman waits for me at wheatland ferry
he cannot wait forever, evermore

they're tearing up the road that leads to keizer
it smells like tar and piss and sweetened rum
i gotta get my ass on out of keizer
i'm sure that thought occurs to everyone

i made it through to all that haunted farmland
where crows put on their shows and curse the sun
i nearly lost it on their serpent highway
i started putting bullets in my gun

dig in tight, my nasty little momma
dig in tight, put your nails inside my veins
dig in tight and i will fight you like a stranger
drown me in the river, end my pain
wait for me but only for awhile
the boatman waits for me at wheatland ferry
he cannot wait forever, evermore

behind me came those motherfucking sirens
a light show for the damned of no respect
i drove it hard and made the left i wanted
two little dollars put me on the deck

i laughed as we pulled across the river
the cable snapped and whipped just like a snake
across the water stood my junkie girlfriend
i shot the gun too little and too late

dig in tight, my nasty little momma
dig in tight, put your nails inside my veins
dig in tight and i will fight you like a stranger
drown me in the river, end my pain
wait for me but only for awhile
the boatman waits for me at wheatland ferry
he cannot wait forever, evermore

i left that little junkie back in stayton
to hell with her and all her junkie friends
i stole her buick, then i broke the fender
i hate starting shit that i can never end

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Friday, August 14, 2009

Portland Clouds, August 12th, 2009

she cried like a mother
her tears in the rain
and then she did smile
ah, to hell with the pain













The two images above reminded me of Gigantor...





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Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion "Discussing end-of-life issues is a reasonable approach to an ineluctable reality" has died from Cultural Asphyxiation. Attempts to resuscitate the deceased were shouted down by standers-by who totally got off on its very public demise.

The Opinion, born during the age of Socrates, leaves no descendants who are even remotely considering issuing a statement, for fear of being trampled to death by a herd of bewildered elderly citizens. Standing resolutely atop the Opinion's coffin is Americonned's Queen of the Daft, the great Fearmonger Priestess Sarah Palin, who was in favor of end-of-life directives before she was against them. Using only a Bowie knife, helicopter gunships and cable news outlets as her weapons, Ms. Palin high-kicked her way across the treacherous tundra as she tracked down and single-handedly killed the subversive idea that citizens might benefit from having access to information pertinent to issues they face in their senior years (principally regarding the nagging fact that none of us are immortal). Having scalped the freshly slaughtered Opinion, Ms. Palin slapped her own ass and screeched "Take that, Letterman!" before vanishing into an Ice Cave somewhere in the Great White North.

As with Abstinence Only approaches to contraception so too the "Zip it, Granny" approach to Living Wills, Advanced Directives and DNRs. Fact: to speak rationally about sex means that you will soon be copulating with everything in sight, probably mid-sentence, starting with the furniture and ending with the food processor. Similarly, the mere act of discussing end-of-life issues can only end in a government-mandated bloodbath, the lifeless corpses of Grandpa and Grandma awash in socialist sangria serving as silent witness. Grand Guignol for the Senior Set, this French assault on our values brings another meaning entirely to American Gothic (horror!).

In lieu of donations the family of the Opinion has asked that we all go fuck ourselves.

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

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Sauvie Island











This past Monday (8/10/09) was the first time my wife and I made it out to Sauvie Island--we took Chauncy, Luna & Rudy, and drove out to the western dead end, then backtracked and found the beaches on the eastern side. We went skinny dipping and the dogs went too!




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Saturday, August 01, 2009

If Trent Reznor Wrote A Baseball Song

Seattle Dan wrote a review of the book Cooperstown Confidential (by Zev Chafets). I read the review while Johnny Cash was singing Trent Reznor's "Hurt" inside my head (a command performance!). Anyway, the following lyrics crawled their way up the Green Monster of my mind before vanishing in the sky like silent birds in Autumn...

i made it up the hill
to see where heroes play
i climbed into the stands
trembling and afraid
something had been lost
bright colors, they do fade
the dreams a boy can dream
can one day be unmade

take me out to the ballgame
the place i can be loud
i'll root and shout and holler
one among the crowd
my heroes are all bleeding
broken but unbowed

the devil's on the mound
looking for a sign
the sun is burning down
it is the end of time

i will cross my fingers
i will pay the fine
a ball of fire's coming
sacred and divine
sacred and divine

the bases are all loaded
the umpires are blind
there is no joy in mudville
just blood upon the vine

i made it up the hill
to see where heroes play
i climbed into the stands
trembling and afraid
something had been lost
bright colors, they do fade
the dreams a boy can dream
can one day be unmade

take me out to the ballgame
the place i can be loud
i'll root and shout and holler
one among the crowd
my heroes are all bleeding
broken but unbowed

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