Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Luna on Thanksgiving



we set up two beach chairs
and sat in them, in front of the fireplace
and lit a fire
and read stories aloud
and Luna was concerned

that's okay:
she often is

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Friday, November 26, 2010

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion "Human Beings would never elect a Monster Truck to be their leader" has died after an acute abdominal aortic aneurysm. The Opinion was thirty-two years of age, and had been in reasonably good health before the Citizens United ruling as handed down by the SCOTUS. Monster Truck enthusiasts greeted the news with a series of war whoops, yelps, howls, guttural screams and hollers. Democracy is ending! The time of the Monster Truck Leader is here!

The first Monster Truck candidates are expected to form exploratory PACs by early spring of 2011, in anticipation of the upcoming 2012 primaries. With their size and maneuverability, they are expected to dominate the political scene and flatten their opponents prior to the final Monster Truck Mash-Up on Election Day in November of 2012. Media moguls, banking interests, insurance corporations, military industrial complex concerns and fossil fuel entities will be fielding a lineup of killer metal giants in what may be the most exciting presidential contest ever seen! Tuesday, November 6th, 2012! Be there! Be there! Be there!

The Opinion will be dearly missed by all who believed that the richest people in the United States would not be able to manipulate a majority of the voting public via distractions and relentless propaganda, and by the sheer force of their economic power. In lieu of flowers the family of the deceased is looking for good seats at the Monster Truck Election. It should be totally awesome!

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Monday, November 22, 2010

The Colder Cacaphony



the note just splintered
fell off the bar stool
lost its coat, lost its drink
'man, i'm nowhere' and then
it was nowhere

jazz broke the baton
and stumbled off
wandering in half-steps
and flourishes
collapsing and rising

can't kill it
it doesn't trust you enough
to show you how

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image by mjs

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Friday, November 19, 2010

The Opinuary Column

This song is dedicated to the once and future King of Alaska, Joe Miller!



Get 'em, Joe! Show them non-spellcheckers what's what!

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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Keepin' it brief



Flew south
Flew north
Sun shone

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Autumn in Portland

Donna and I managed to get out of the house for a bit last Sunday--Chauncy is recovering from knee surgery, Phil is in a limbo between light and shadow, Luna and Rudy are forever young, and don't get me started about the cats. Anyway, Donna and I went out for around an hour last Sunday, walking around the Pearl District and then by the Tom McCall waterfront park. A glorious hour, full of chill and slanting rain, leaves cascading down from shivering trees, the sky painted in deepening grays and black. Life is glorious and sad, wonderful and filled with sorrow--I love it, for what else is there to do?









Friday, November 12, 2010

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion "The United States of America is still in the flower of its youth" died today from complications related to Alzheimer's Disease. It was 92 years of age and looked much, much older. No longer able to put on clothing or eat food that hadn't been pureed, it spent its last days drooling and soiling itself, smacking its walker against anyone who ventured too close. It did enjoy watching TV, primarily Bill O'Reilly, because it really was just that fucking gone. It also liked watching Glenn Beck because he reminded it of that nephew of his who was always huffing airplane glue. A nice nephew, all in all, and his eyes made a decent glaze for lemon cake.

The Opinion was born of a virgin mother (at least according to her) and spent an idyllic youth killing native Americans and enslaving African Americans, denying all its women basic civil rights, and partying every chance it had. It also believed deeply that an invisible power loved it and would burn it in a lake of eternal fire if it didn't get with the program. A period of self-doubt came after it lost most of its savings, followed by a war where it could kill as many people as it liked. It liked war, mostly because it had a cyclical need to sacrifice its young while making huge profits for a few well-heeled capitalists.

It took a lot of speed in the 1950s before transitioning into psychedelic pharmaceuticals, where it stood on the Ground of Being, becoming one with the Eternal and Ineffable Mystery that is the Manifested World. After it came down it subdivided that land and covered it in strip malls and highways. It tried to kill a bunch of Vietnamese, but it was never enough and finally had to declare victory and leave. Well, that pissed off a lot of its advisers, who spend the next thirty years thinking up wars that could still be realized. It was during this time that it began to doze off during meals, wander away from its bedroom, and smear its shit all over the walls with empty sloganeering and phrases like Support the Troops! Two more wars and ever-increasing dosages of thorazine left it in a stupor, a stupor from which it never fully recovered.

The Opinion is survived by China and India, who coincidentally now own the Adult Foster Home the Opinion had been living in. It was preceded in death by Great Britain, the Soviet Union, Spain, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the Middle Ages, Rome, Greece and an assortment of kingdoms, countries and co-ops. A Celebration of Life was going to be held, but it had pissed off and annoyed so many of its neighbors that frankly no one is even expected to come to the service. In lieu of a Celebration of Life there will be a Dismantling of the Carcass in the Alan Simpson Wing of Wall Mart.

Arrangements by Very Wealthy Vested Interests Who Would Sell You Down the River in a Solitary Ratfuck Minute.

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Tuesday, November 09, 2010

To Keep Alive, or Not Keep Alive



He can barely walk a few steps without falling over.

Look at that picture!

He is incontinent.

But look at that picture!

He barks and barks and barks.

Look at that picture!

We can't go anywhere for very long because he needs special care.

Just look at that picture!

Lifting him up to walk him outside is destroying our backs.

Isn't he adorable, with his stuffed cow buddy!

The only way he can sleep through the night is if we give him codeine.

Look at that picture!

We've spent almost $10,000.00 on him--he was a street rescue! It was money we didn't have!

Look at that picture!

We have a bunch of dogs and cats--he is dominating our time and attention.

Look at the goddamn picture!

He is a living, breathing, feeling, sentient being. He still has an appetite. He still nods his head if you scratch his ears. His pain does not exceed his pleasure. He lives.

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Friday, November 05, 2010

I was thinking it would be a lot of fun



i found a magician at the corner of light and dark
she bent the frame of the world, just for a lark
she was last seen dancing in a very public park
dancing like the sun and the moon

i saw a lover with a gruesome appetite
devouring lips with her teeth, it was her overbite
i would kiss her forever in the blinding light
she is dancing like the sun and the moon
she is dancing and everything shines

la la la, la la la
doo-wah, doo-wah
la la la, la la la
oh, my lover
i am a particle of light
i was thinking about a conundrum
thrum bum tiddly bum
i was thinking it would be a lot of fun
to be naked tonight

there was a gentleman over on 23rd
dressed like a rhino preaching the holy word
he stamped his feet and that was the last i heard
let's go dancing tonight

inside the bar was a man who went blah-blah-blah
he thought happy hour was a shangri-la
when he vanished they only found a monkey's paw
we gotta love each other tonight

la la la, la la la
doo-wah, doo-wah
la la la, la la la
oh, my lover
i am a particle of light
i was thinking about a conundrum
thrum bum tiddly bum
i was thinking it would be a lot of fun
to be naked tonight

i found a magician at the corner of light and dark
she bent the frame of the world, just for a lark
she was last seen dancing in a very public park
dancing like the sun and the moon

Thursday, November 04, 2010

The Opinuary Column



The Opinion "The rotting of the Republic is too much to bear" has died from a variety of wounds, many self-inflicted. It is the nature of the beast to die as a beast, as it is the nature of the creative to never stop creating. Linger watchful in these murky hours, be you not too tightly bound, and hearken past the hollows to the richly verdant ground. Take heart, dear mournful agitants: the readiness is all. There has yet to be a Winter that knows not the secrets of the Spring.

Create, and don't despair! Bitterness never yet fed a hungry heart!

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Wednesday, November 03, 2010

In the Wake of a Ghostly Cat



when you're walking on up that hill
your old knees start to kill
feel your breath and you feel the chill
you're just a bucket of bones

when you wake up in the dead of night
your heart is racing and you feel a fright
there are things that live outside of the light
you're just a bucket of bones

oh, no, the cat is a ghost
oh,no, the cat is a ghost
just so happens that you got nothin'
and the cat is a ghost

go driving in the pouring rain
squint your eyes and ignore the pain
nothing to lose and nothing to gain
you're just a bucket of bones

start to tremble in the autumn frost
jack be nimble but he ain't the boss
buy at cost and sell at a loss
when you're a bucket of bones

oh, no, the cat is a ghost
oh,no, the cat is a ghost
just so happens that you got nothin'
and the cat is a ghost