Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Revenge of the Lawn Part 1



go ahead sucker
mow it all down
just go gonna grow back
prove you're a clown

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Opinuary Column


let me tell you a little somethin'
about that world you love
that world has gone away, baby
as soon as push came to shove

we got a habit
we got a need
let the world die
let the world bleed

oh, that oil, it sure is slick
it do so much, it is the trick
burn in the morning
burn it at night
light up the ocean
light it up right
oh, that oil, light it up right

fill up the tank, baby
shake your head and scoff
when it fills you up
it gets you off

we need it daily
we need it now
never mind the where
never mind the how

god up in heaven
man down in hell
drop in your bucket
way down the well

when it comes back
look right inside
the devil ain't lonely
when you let it ride

oh, that oil, it sure is slick
it do so much, it is the trick
burn in the morning
burn it at night
light up the ocean
light it up right
oh, that oil, light it up right

drive little johnny
all the way to school
drive his old lady
like nobody's fool

we got a product
that everyone needs
stick in the needle
everyone bleeds

oh, this is hopeless
what can you do
everyone usin'
everyone blue

oh, that oil, it sure is slick
it do so much, it is the trick
burn it in the morning
burn it at night
light up the ocean
light it up right
oh, that oil, light it up right

let me tell you a little somethin'
about that world you love
that world has gone away, baby
as soon as push came to shove

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I'm feeling Muddy tonight...



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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

We'd Toy With You, Then We'd Eat You



Well, if we were bigger we'd toy with you and then eat you. But we're not all that large so it's pretty much just lay-around-time until you feed us, followed by more lay-around-time. Ahh.

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Sunday, June 20, 2010

Unresolved


the trees are the father
the towering presence
daddy coming down the hall
all his gnarled roots unhinged
come to remind me of the fall
come to remind one and all
i was waiting for the sun
but the sun doesn't come here anymore

the earth holds so many things
i am growing words in my head
but language cannot dive into the soil
we aren't growing words anymore
just lifeless seeds and worry beads
here beneath the towering trees
against the charcoal sky
the earth holds so many things

so long ago
what part of me was poured out?
on certain days the question rides on stallions
rearing up, immense, and kicks my head
and nothing sweet remains
the father, the mother
the ancient play
and then the darkest night, nothing

the opening of the heart
has let the bitter cold back in
and me without the fire
i pick among the remains
beneath the towering trees
looking for the artifacts of me
the horses linger at the edge of the circle
i am still and see them barely

the promise of the ride into the mist
the coming gallop and the roar of life
i am breaking camp, pouring water
on the faintest embers in the ring
i am walking to the horses
i am close among them
the soft stamp of their feet
the nod of their heads
i feel their breath on my heart
as i stand among the shadows
beneath the towering trees


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Friday, June 18, 2010

The Opinuary Column



Rep. Joe Barton ($-Texas) sings Noel Coward

don't let's be awful to the oil men
they are so penitent, they'll take their medicine
and off to bed again they'll trot again, you watch
don't let's be awful to the oil men
after all they saved the walrus in the gulf!

don't let's be awful to Dick Cheney's crowd
they are so rich and proud, no, they won't be cowed
they'll never bow, they don't know how, you'll see
don't let's be awful to Dick Cheney's crowd
after all they saved the walrus in the gulf!

(bridge)
oh, sure, they leave a mess, but pray who doesn't?
should we judge them harshly? oh, no we mustn't
forgive, forget: what was is awfully close to wasn't
pip pip and jolly rot and cheerio! oh!

don't let's be awful to the upper class
we should just kiss their ass, and do it fast
without no sass, it's such a gas, you know
don't let's be awful to the upper class
after all they saved the walrus in the gulf!

don't let's be awful to the status quo
it's what makes us go, it helps the flow
way down below, watch it grow, you'll see
don't let's be awful to the status quo
after all it saved the walrus in the gulf!

(bridge)
oh, sure, they leave a mess, but pray who doesn't?
should we judge them harshly? oh, no we mustn't
forgive, forget: what was is awfully close to wasn't
pip pip and jolly rot and cheerio! oh!

don't let's be awful to the beast in us
we can't all ride the bus, or raise a fuss
in god we trust, though in carbon dust we choke
don't let's be awful to the beast in us
after all we saved the walrus in the gulf!

don't let's be awful to the plutocrats
we wear so many hats, we have more lives than cats
and just like rats we know to scat from sinking boats
don't let's be awful to the plutocrats
after all we saved the walrus in the gulf!

don't let's be awful to the oil men
they are so penitent, they'll take their medicine
and off to bed again they'll trot again, you watch
don't let's be awful to the oil men
after all they saved the walrus in the gulf!

don't let's be awful to Dick Cheney's crowd
they are so rich and proud, no, they won't be cowed
they'll never bow, they don't know how, you'll see
don't let's be awful to Dick Cheney's crowd
after all they saved the walrus in the gulf!

(bridge)
oh, sure, they leave a mess, but pray who doesn't?
should we judge them harshly? oh, no we mustn't
forgive, forget: what was is awfully close to wasn't
pip pip and jolly rot and cheerio! oh!
after all they saved the walrus in the gulf!

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Inspired by Noel Coward's Don't Let's Be Beastly to the Germans.

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Monday, June 14, 2010

Neptune's Daughter



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Friday, June 11, 2010

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion "A Corporation deserves
the same rights as a human being"

has died
alone,
discarded.
a tumor has more claimants

it leaves no known survivors
in its terrible wake.
it could not love
nor feel empathy,
it turned on its side
one last time
it waited
shuddered
died

all that is left
is someone in billing
and someone in security
and the cleaning crew,
but they will stop coming around
when the checks start to bounce

the opinion was born as a theft,
the product of one cipher well-placed
positioned to destroy the world
once employed never to be relinquished
once empowered never questioned
once unleashed never to be captured
a multi-limbed shadow darting in the margins
strangling the light

raised by he-wolves of legerdemain,
by warcraft and guile
and assembly and currency derailment
and product and death
it grew fat and sassy and proud and worried:
there was always another corporation in the way
one fatter, sassier
one that must be bought-out or dragged down
or taken from behind
rutting and strutting and stamping its feet
the great corporate person
a child of the titans
a force without rival
the great american god

the Opinion died, and was replaced
before it hit the sidewalk
before the dull thud and hopeless gasp

in lieu of flowers, the family of the deceased
ask that you begin to sway in a velvet curve of motion
and hum and sing, like machines being
born in a cave,
let your life recede from view
your loves, your dreams of a natural world
as you thrum the corporate song of life
the great edict in a bloodless memo
please, dance to a carefully selected tune
chosen just for you

dance within the lines already drawn
the tension is noted
the authorities are on alert
the corporate person cannot dream
it spies you in the dark
and clutches envy to its heaving, hollow chest


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The Opinuary Column appears most Fridays at Jesus' General.

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Sunday, June 06, 2010

I Made a God of Marble



i made a god of marble
and set him in the sky
he is hard but also gentle
he's a solid kind of guy

he is watching out for danger
he is shepherding his flock
he is running out of answers
he is running out the clock

(chorus)
god of flesh and god of stone
god of miracles and bones
he is skating on the ice
he has fallen through it twice
and now he's left us all alone
come back to us, hard jesus
come back and stay awhile
we will walk into the garden
before your love hardens
and you leave us here alone

i made a god of vapors
out of clouds that float on by
when it rains i hear him falling
when it rains i start to cry

it is time god took a lover
a goddess of the ancient sea
in their hearts sweet music playing
in their hearts sweet melodies

(chorus)
god of flesh and god of stone
god of miracles and bones
he is skating on the ice
he has fallen through it twice
and now he's left us all alone
come back to us, hard jesus
come back and stay awhile
we will walk into the garden
before your love hardens
and you leave us here alone

whisper secrets to the marble
so cold and still and hard
whisper secrets to my darling
while we tiptoe past the guards

we are taking jesus out of prison
we are letting god go free
we are laughing at the storms
and the shattering of forms
in the garden by the sea

(chorus)
god of flesh and god of stone
god of miracles and bones
he is skating on the ice
he has fallen through it twice
and now he's left us all alone
come back to us, hard jesus
come back and stay awhile
we will walk into the garden
before your love hardens
and you leave us here alone

i made a god of marble
and set him in the sky
he is hard but also gentle
he's a solid kind of guy

he is watching out for danger
he is shepherding his flock
he is running out of answers
he is running out the clock



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Friday, June 04, 2010

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion "Everything will come out in the wash" has died. It has become abundantly clear that not everything comes out in the wash. Even if everything did come out in the wash, it would still go somewhere else after the washing machine drains. It's not like it just vanishes--it's not like we're free of the problem. There's a trail, you know.

No services are scheduled at this time. In lieu of despair the family of the deceased Opinion ask that you consider facing the reality of oil addiction: though it is far past the time for an intervention, an intervention just might help do the trick. Perhaps a massive confrontation between the imperious id of our demands and the plaintive drips of life-choking reality could move us to pick up the torches and light the way to recovery. Perhaps we can end the addiction before we all overdose, and the War on Drugs could become The War on Oil. Just Say No to Sludge. Or a commercial: This is your Gulf. This is your Gulf Covered in Oil... The possibilities are endless, just as the possibilities are ending.

That we have yet to face this monster head on does not bode well: the beast is whipping its tail and will sting us to our deaths whether we face it directly or not. But then again, you already knew that.



Image of water fowl covered in oil from here.

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The Opinuary Column appears most Fridays at Jesus' General.

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Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Deal With It



i'm tired
i'm depressed
here's an image of a piggy

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