Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A Blast From the Fugging Past



In 1970 there was an album an older brother of mine had left laying around--it was called The Big Ball. On it was this song by Ed Sanders who was a member of the Fugs. Being a young and innocent lad I thought this song was shit-kickingly funny. For some reason I thought of that song today and then I went a Googling...the rest you can see for yourself. Thanks be to thee, Ed Sanders. Thanks for being you.

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Saturday, March 26, 2011

Ophelia, Act II



she loved a man who would not settle down, down, down
she wanted love and a wedding gown, gown, gown
in the water, neptune's daughter, no sound, sound, sound
she is waiting there

what a face, what a heart so sweet, sweet, sweet
eyes like the sky, her hair just like wheat, wheat, wheat
wilting in the sun, wilting in the heat, heat, heat
she is waiting there
just waiting there
she is waiting there
will her lover still love her when she is gone, gone, gone

the water's cold upon her skin, skin, skin
she thought of love and could only grin, grin, grin
she's tracing circles in the water with a spin, spin, spin
she is waiting there

sometimes she thinks she can fly, fly, fly
but she comes down when she starts to cry, cry, cry
she paints a private world and doesn't say why, why, why
she is waiting there
she is waiting there
will her lover still love her when she is gone, gone, gone

lovers are dancers inside the fire of life
lovers feel each other inside the fire of life
lovers are falling inside the fire of life
lovers evolving into the endless night, night, night

she loved a man who would not settle down, down, down
she wanted love and a wedding gown, gown, gown
in the water, neptune's daughter, no sound, sound, sound
she is waiting there

what a face, what a heart so sweet, sweet, sweet
eyes like the sky, her hair just like wheat, wheat, wheat
wilting in the sun, wilting in the heat, heat, heat
she is waiting there
just waiting there
she is waiting there
will her lover still love her when she is gone, gone, gone
oh...

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Chewie Portlander is Chewie Portlander



He is. He really, really is.

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Monday, March 21, 2011

One Vast Electric Mind



here at the end of time
one vast electric mind
seizures and spasms in the dark
it is an ancient rite
it is the birth of life
in images both grand and stark
i know these rivulets
will soon give rivers fits
and then we're back on Noah's ark
the kerosene is clean
we pour it on the beams
and strike a match to strike a spark

time will tell if the gods have all disappeared
place the coins on your eyes and genuflect your fears
oddly

the trees are ancient things
no words for what they sing
we come at them with our chainsaws
they are the source of life
yet still we plunge the knife
we write the rules, we are the law
when you've been ripped apart
you clutch your beating heart
served just like sushi: very raw
after the lights have dimmed
no more is left of him
upon a chain you wear his paw

time will tell if the gods have all disappeared
place the coins on your eyes and genuflect your fears
oddly

please do not speak of this
just shed your skin and hiss
and snake your way back into town
i will but bite my tongue
and when at last i'm hung
i will but merrily fall down
and when they bury me
on a cliff above the sea
i will gladden at the sound
waves crashing at the shore
i could not ask for more
sleeping inside this holy ground

time will tell if the gods have all disappeared
place the coins on your eyes and genuflect your fears
oddly

here at the end of time
one vast electric mind
seizures and spasms in the dark
it is an ancient rite
it is the birth of life
in images both grand and stark

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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Too Many Pets in Portland

(sung to the tune Deep in the Heart of Texas)

The doggies' poop, so much to scoop
Too many pets in Portland
It's not that cute, played for a dupe
Too many pets in Portland
The cats all vomit like stinking comets
Too many pets in Portland
Their fur spells doom, in my vacuum
Too many pets in Portland

The bushy squirrels are like cute girls
Too many pets in Portland
The cost of food is high and rude
Too many pets in Portland
Sometimes at night they start to fight
Too many pets in Portland
My wounds are deep, I cannot sleep
Too many pets in Portland!

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p.s. Luna will howl along with you!

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Suchness



St. Wenceslaus Cemetery
Scappoose, Oregon

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Land of the Setting Sun


Gabriel Park, Portland, Oregon
March 12, 2011

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Friday, March 11, 2011

Tonight I Bow to Dreams




Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

-- William Shakespeare


tonight, my thoughts travel to the far east
to japan and its people
tat tvam asi
we light candles in our hearts for you

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Wednesday, March 09, 2011

God Needs Adhesive



Evangelical Christianity is a sin.

Note: I glued the hand of God back on after this graven image was taken. Amen.

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Sunday, March 06, 2011

The Boys Who Build Fire

winter is cold, fire is warm
wood must be cut into the firmament
and lit beneath the storms
of winter

boys are alive, life is amazing
up on the mountain clouds are singing
just like the music
the music of boys who build fire

(chorus)
sorry
we are so sorry
we are your sorrow
we give you words
you cannot hold words
we are so sorry

spring is a promise, soon be upon us
we will be reaching up again
the days will grow longer
we'll sing together

they will build a fire, burning the choir
god is in the embers
and we will remember
the boys who build fire

(chorus)
sorry
we are so sorry
we are your sorrow
we give you words
you cannot hold words
we are so sorry

winter is cold
we are so sorry
fire is warm
we are so sorry
wood must be cut
we are so sorry
into the firmament
we are so sorry
and lit beneath the storms
we are so sorry
so sorry in winter
we are so sorry

spring is a promise, soon be upon us
we will be reaching up again
the days will grow longer
we'll sing together

we'll build a fire, burning the choir
god is in the embers
and we will remember
the boys who build fire
the boys who build fire
the boys who build fire
we will remember
the boys who build fire


In the video, Rodriguez said troops at a base in the valley were responding to a rocket attack and dispatched attack helicopters to the location they were told the rockets came from. He said the helicopters thought they were engaging insurgents, but it later turned out they were boys from a nearby village who were cutting firewood.

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Friday, March 04, 2011

Gonna Need a Larger Poster

Sarah Palin complained about Michelle Obama's efforts to steer America's youth towards foods that aren't processed or dripping with death grease. Palin is concerned about Big Nanny Government getting a little too close to families, and possibly infringing on their personal dietary liberties. Conversely, she seems to believe that billion dollar corporations can shove high-fat, low fiber, heavily processed foods at anyone at anytime, because their wallets are turgid with moola and that is God's plan for the nation. Whatever. Here's a poster child for Sarah Palin's America. We should all eat like fucking pigs, right Sarah? McDonalds may I?