Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Ferocious Luna

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Saturday, August 27, 2011

A Toast to Summer



got a mean headache
my knees are weak
it's hot in the bedroom
had to take a leak
went down to the bathroom
and stared at the bowl
i'd like to toast those moments
that make us whole
a toast to fire
a toast to pain
a toast to way too much
of burning rain
a toast to summer
it sure is swell
raise your glasses together
and burn up in hell
and burn up in hell

when you stand at the toilet
one thing is clear
you can go a whole lot
when you drink lots of beer
but now i am older
drink one or two
as to what purpose
i haven't a clue
so raise up your bottle
up to the sky
let's have a toast, now
and one heavy sigh
a toast to fire
a toast to pain
a toast to way too much
of burning rain
a toast to summer
it sure is swell
raise your glasses together
and burn up in hell
and burn up in hell

get off to bed friend
stumble on home
sing to the crawdads
dance with the gnomes
trip on a garden hose
fall on the ground
sleep in the driveway
you might just go down
deep in your cranium
the merchant of dreams
is wearing a fright wig
and leaving your team
but let's have a toast now
inside your head
let's raise up the bottle
if you are not dead
a toast to fire
a toast to pain
a toast to way too much
of burning rain
a toast to summer
it sure is swell
raise your glasses together
and burn up in hell
and burn up in hell

Friday, August 26, 2011

My Madrona!










South of the Siskiyou Mountains they refer to this sexy tree as a "Madrone" but up here in the Pacific Northwest she is "Madrona!" Regardless, she is one sexy thang...



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Monday, August 22, 2011

Summer Part II--Cool, Clear Waters Edition



Lake Tahoe, August, 2011



Crater Lake, August, 2011



Luna P. Jammas, Hills Creek Reservoir, August, 2011

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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Summer

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Friday, August 12, 2011

The Opinuary Column--Special Knee to the Groin Edition



The Opinion "Eventually, America's politically active conservative Christians will run out of things to be breathtakingly stupid about" has died from complications arising from COPD, congestive heart failure, emphysema, cerebral hypoxia, obstructive bowel disorder, pericardial tamponade, aortic aneurysm, pneumonia, heat exhaustion and acute logorrhea. The Opinion had no exact age, but was believed to be old enough to drink and cry during sex.

Born in the fever dreams of 17th Century Europe's most spastic pilgrims it left home with few material goods and came to the New World, killing natives who had somehow avoided being bored to death by the newcomer's theology, a theology that posited (paraphrased) 'A loving but sometimes moody god has a special covenant with a tribe of Semites, and He gave them rules and miracles and a nice chunk of real estate, and yes, He also killed millions of people from time to time, and then He had a change of heart and had sanitized sexual congress with a virgin, from which union was made a super-baby who grew up to be a blood sacrifice as part of a new covenant, a messiah who will one day return to the earth and beat the ever-loving shit out of anyone who doesn't buy this extremely serious historical narrative.' This tale from the Abrahamic Middle East had the beauty of being a sequel that reserved the right to keep the really violent action from the first part in its hip pocket, ready to be wielded at a moment's notice. As a matter of historical fact, it was only due to a rather tricky, last minute maneuver at the Council of Bishops in Nicea, Italy in the 5th Century A.D. that the nascent church was able to ban the consuming of popcorn during Mass, thus burying religion's true function as disposable entertainment.

Be it Rick Santorum's obsessions with bodily fluids, animal sex and the rise of civil rights among uppity human beings who believe and live differently than he does, to Michelle Bachmann's admiration for a belief system that would hold the Dark Ages as spiritually superior to the Renaissance, we have modern day champions of atavism and knuckle-dragging in all their fists-raised, tongue-speaking-and-wagging glory. Want a President who thinks Jesus should run the government? Rick Perry is your man! No jobs, a bloated military budget, banking institutions bludgeoning the nation to its knees? No problem: pray to the offspring of a Bronze Age deity, who will disapprove of whomever you disapprove of--He's that good! Want to have an adult conversation in the United States about the history and role of religion as mythology in world culture? Die, damn you, die!

A Celebration of Complete and Utter Bullshit will be held at the altar of Occluded Reasoning sometime this Fall, as in the Fall of Man. Memorial contributions may be made, because that is the nature of memorial contributions.

Arrangements by Mortaljive.

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Sunday, August 07, 2011

Bound Down

there are words in paradise
that people use just like an axe
these same folks parade all day
quoting useless facts
sometimes thoughts rise above the sky
and break on through the clouds
releasing all the endocrines
and stirring up the crowds

looking down the avenues
receding in the vapors
we remark the lack of stars
as we barbecue the neighbors
someone spilled some chemicals
upon the afterlife
it's suddenly evolving
get used to all the strife

bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound
in the afterlife
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound

miscreated misanthropes
stumble down the halls
jupiter is howling
while playing with his balls
the flora and the fauna
righteous in their quest
formed a new alliance
pray that you will be their guest

cuz' they are:
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound
in the afterlife
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound

biochemical structuring
caught inside the lair
atoms multiplying
while DNA is squared
ghosts and angels crumbling
no one conducts the choir
heaven goes to hell again
and tells stories by the fire

cuz' they are:
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound
in the afterlife
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound

there are words in paradise
that people use just like an axe
these same folks parade all day
quoting useless facts
sometimes thoughts rise above the sky
and break on through the clouds
releasing all the endocrines
and stirring up the crowds

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I wrote these lyrics today, Sunday, August 7th, the occasion of my 53rd birthday--so it goes.

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Saturday, August 06, 2011

Morning Glass of Water

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Friday, August 05, 2011

Brake Light Reflection & Greenery & Stones

Monday, August 01, 2011

Abstracted Abstraction Abstract