Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Haiku Time

the enlightened man speaks
some think he is the center
his words fly away

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I Gotta Do Something Different

Song Lyrics for a Fool Like Me

i gotta do something different
it's time i got a new gig
what i'm doing right now makes me weary
it takes away my zag and zig

i don't want to win the lottery
that would just make me depressed
how can you get your act together
when someone else cleans up your mess?

the world is in hunger and trouble
in the night it tosses and turns
we're only here a short while
like the sun all we touch starts to burn

(chorus)
oh, fuckity fuckity fuck fuck
oh, god dig diggity damn
ah, fuckity fuckity fuck fuck
i still want to hold your hand
my love
i still want to hold your hand

i could ask god to give me a food cart
a glorious, neat little shack
make comfort food a liturgy
and sell jesus as a tasty snack

i peer out the window in sorrow
i squint right into the fog
all that i see is a big mystery
soon after i howl with the dogs

(repeat chorus)

maybe i should capture weasels
and train them to work and pray
yes, it would be bloody pointless
that's a risk i'll just have to take

why is meaning so elusive?
why do morons keep running the world?
stupid questions are my forte
i'm still in love with a beautiful girl

(repeat chorus)

i could ask god to give me a food cart
a glorious, neat little shack
make comfort food a liturgy
and sell jesus as a tasty snack

i peer out the window in sorrow
i squint right into the fog
all that i see is a big mystery
soon after i howl with the dogs

(repeat chorus)

i gotta do something different
it's time i got a new gig
what i'm doing right now makes me weary
it takes away my zag and zig

i don't want to win the lotto
that would just make me depressed
how can you get your act together
when someone else cleans up your mess?

the world is in hunger and trouble
in the night it tosses and turns
we're only here a short while
like the sun all we touch starts to burn

(repeat chorus)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Sunset Boulevard Redux



The Mirror Up To Nature*

did you see it on the news
a bunch of people killed
many more wounded
it gave me a chill
in the panic and the fury
with blood falling like rain
our fellow human beings
like abel and cain
like abel and cain
with brimstone hailin'
we break for commercial
and there's sarah palin

(chorus)
hold the mirror up to nature
let it catch the light
all there is to see
is sarah palin's might
never mind the blood
never mind the pain
the little engine that could
is sarah palin's train

they say jesus died
for our collective sins
we were all born dirty
we are the devil's kin
if you're seeking salvation
in the modern era
you just have to listen
to sarah on sarah
she is the way
and she is the light
some say she wouldn't
i think she might
i think she might
such thoughts occur
it's not about you and me
it's all about her

(chorus)
hold the mirror up to nature
let it catch the light
all there is to see
is sarah palin's might
never mind the blood
never mind the pain
the little engine that could
is sarah palin's train

will she run for president
or be a billionaire?
will she touch a nerve
will she go there?
if the heavens open
and death rains down
will sarah get her closeup
before we all drown?

(chorus)
hold the mirror up to nature
let it catch the light
all there is to see
is sarah palin's might
never mind the blood
never mind the pain
the little engine that could
is sarah palin's train


*These lyrics are dedicated to Sarah Palin, but she already knew that

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Friday, January 14, 2011

FOX News Hires New Anchor

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

103 Degrees of Madness

the writer, sick in bed
at the edge of the darkest ideas
he goes down to the river
in a dream
and leans into the wind
and takes a puff
in the smoke he disappears

maybe the genius is a sickness
maybe the thorn is the god
everybody wants the edges worn smooth
nobody left alive
no harm in the void

i can hear him
down on the rocks where the water flows
at full force, without hindrance
he is looking at the last fall
he is looking at the hollows
fish swim in the pools
but the water is filled with fools
and the foam and the spray both announce
time to shake your rattler
time to clutch your sheets
you are dying in the great hereafter
it's your dying that makes you complete

the artist went to darkness
and walked nimbly on the tumbles
and fell anyway
fell into the fever

thanks, neil

(written in honor of Neil Young)

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Wednesday, January 05, 2011

The Mad Monk of the Epiphany!



My own private/public birthday week celebration of the 96th anniversary of Alan Watts birth continues...this video was put together by Brian Hauge. Nice photos, Brian!

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Alan Watts' Vibration Keeps Humming Along



He was born on the Epiphany in 1915, and died November 16th, 1973. Somewhere in between his birth and his death he smoked and drank and fucked and mused and laughed and worried and wondered and even managed to catch glimpses of what is usually cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown...

Happy Birthday, Alan Watts! Tat tvam asi!

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Sunday, January 02, 2011

I Reckon it's Silence

i reckon it's silence
playing host to the noise
i think it is heartache
that brings about poise
so many arriving
so many say bye
i reckon it's silence
i reckon that's why
we are turning
we are turning
we are turning
turning in the sky
i reckon that's why

i reckon it's sorrow
that gave birth to joy
we became lovers
after breaking our toys
no one to fix it
no one to cry
i reckon it's silence
i reckon that's why
we are turning
we are turning
we are turning
turning in the sky
i reckon that's why

the stars are in motion
they're flying away
with fire a potion
that burns us away
so elusive
so elusive
we all fade away
fade away
fade away
we are turning
we are turning
we are turning
turning in the sky
i reckon that's why

i reckon it's silence
playing host to the noise
i think it is heartache
that brings about poise
so many arriving
so many say bye
i reckon it's silence
i reckon that's why

Saturday, January 01, 2011

She's Waiting for a Bus to Come

i saw a little old lady
siting on the bench
there was a sign for a bus
no one knows where that bus went
just like on a movie set
when the film is done
everybody moved along
everyone but one

she's waiting for a bus to come
can't remember why
saw some birds rising up
rising in the sky
fingers clutching fingers
she holds herself alone
its really hard to run away
when you cannot find your home

she watches children run along
school's done for another day
her eyes follow a little one
maybe she would like to play
when you open up the heart
and take a peak inside
you will find a place to live
where there's nothing left to hide

she got up and went back inside
the nurse helped her along
there was music on the overhead
it played forgotten songs
she sits down on her little bed
not sure just what to do
she wants to go back outside
and play in the afternoon

she's waiting for a bus to come
can't remember why
saw some birds rising up
rising in the sky
fingers clutching fingers
she holds herself alone
its really hard to run away
when you cannot find your home

i saw a little old lady
siting on the bench
there was a sign for a bus
no one knows where that bus went
just like on a movie set
when the film is done
everybody moved along
everyone but one

she watches children run along
school's done for another day
her eyes follow a little one
maybe she would like to play
when you open up the heart
and take a peak inside
you will find a place to live
where there's nothing left to hide

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Note: these lyrics were inspired by an article
in the NY Times.

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