Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Friday, January 27, 2012

Live in Space



Because you already do...

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

My Junk Mail

The following text arrived in my junk mail at work today. I liked it.
Democrats, were you listening last Thursday, when Newt Gingrich laid into debate moderator John King for raising concerns about his fidelity? You should have been. You would have seen the future. Please note that Mr. Gingrich was not angry at the liberal media for doubting his explanation for his dalliances with the young ladies, but rather, told the moderator that he had no right to raise the question at all. Ever. Period. Please note that Newt is a standard-bearer for the party of personal morality, the party that preaches that bad behavior in the bedroom will lead to America’s ruin. And yet, even with this focus, Newt somehow convinced voters that it’s perfectly fine to kick your wife to the curb and expect us all to smile and say it smells like roses.

An amazing performance, Democrats. You’d better be watching. This is the man who personifies that essential Republican virtue, the ability to turn the tables of indignation against anyone who dares to say no, sir, no sir, what you did to your family does not smell like roses. Yes, Democrats you have met your nemesis. This is the man who, as President, will look into the camera and tell us, with heavy heart, that Iranians possess weapons of mass destruction, and that America is tasked with the difficult burden of bombing them into the Stone Age. And when it turns out that Iran wasn’t as missile-bound as all that, Newt will indignantly throttle the Democrats, the journalists, and all the boogeymen who came in for such a tongue-thrashing last Thursday, to the sound of mass applause and the fawning of commentators. Yes, Democrats, we’ve all lived for three years under a President who has quietly chipped away against our economic problems, lowered our taxes, turned around the automotive industry, killed Bin Laden, and all this with the fanfare of a man getting up on a regular workday and heading for the office. But where’s the fun in that? What’s the appeal of a President who doesn’t even pretend to be God’s Anointed Messenger? BORING!

But now, the fireworks will really begin, the same fireworks we saw in 2003 under That Other Republican: Go ahead and ask Newt, and he’ll happily inform you: “We are living in the End Times.” What does that mean? It means America must wage a final struggle against Islam, usher in the closing of the Age, and thus, fulfill Biblical prophecy. Do you think Mitt Romney could sell us that? Mitt Romney, who, whenever he talks, knows that you know that he knows that you know he is lying? No, only Newt Gingrich can assume the proper somber gravity, don the mantle of George W. Bush, and convince us that we must once more, soldier up in some faraway land of Allah and start shooting.


Go ahead. Take a deep breath, summon some courage, and publish this.

Neela Bannerji
No deep breath, no courage, but I am happily publishing this message!

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Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Refusal of the Call

i saw visionary sights
moons reflected, perfect nights
the ocean sleeping serene and clean
the stars all majick jumping beans

to the sea in early morning
i was each day quite newly born
into the waters, cleansed and clear
arising from the waves, no fear

sleeping in the noonday sun
playing catch upon the run
the temple had no hold on me
i was inside eternity

that was a time of eden
that was a time of freedom
that was a time, a time all mine
that was a time so long ago
after breaking all the locks
looking inside my treasure box
the gem, the jewel, the heart of hearts
was something hidden at the start
that was time, a time all mine
that was a time so long ago

a prince of paupers, an errant knight
who turned away from the good fight
i ran away and left it all
my own refusal of the call

you cannot lecture the old men
you cannot make them young again
the best thing that you may yet do
is love someone quite near to you

there are children at the gate
they all run off, though one may stay
if there is wisdom, take this one clue:
be kind and listen, don't be rude
the child at the secret gate
just needs a hand, this is your fate

that was a time of eden
that was a time of freedom
that was a time, a time all mine
that was a time so long ago
after breaking all the locks
looking inside my treasure box
the gem, the jewel, the heart of hearts
was something hidden at the start
that was time, a time all mine
that was a time so long ago

a prince of paupers, an errant knight
who turned away from the good fight
i ran away and left it all
my own refusal of the call

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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Depoe Bay

the family gathered near the water
with their shoes held in their hands
sand between their toes and daughters
the sun was setting on the land

they'd come to set him free forever more
scatter remains at the end of day
they had driven to the silent shore
and set him free past Depoe Bay

(chorus)
goodbye father, goodbye darling
goodbye to you my friend
after spirit has departed
only ashes in the wind
we have gathered at the end of day
to set you free past Depoe Bay

the harbor ain't that much to see
not very big and rather plain
the bridge above a shadow now
another ghost lost in the rain

a note is clenched inside his hand
one he wrote so long ago
no one left to which it matters
and nowhere left to go

(chorus)
goodbye father, goodbye darling
goodbye to you my friend
after spirit has departed
only ashes in the wind
we have gathered at the end of day
set you free past Depoe Bay

sometimes thunder stops the heart a bit
sometimes wind comes rushing by
sometimes it's all so beautiful
sometimes it ain't a lie

(chorus)
goodbye father, goodbye darling
goodbye to you my friend
after spirit has departed
only ashes in the wind
we have gathered at the end of day
to set you free past Depoe Bay

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Human Head Found in Hollywood Hills

According to unnamed sources the human head is polling third in South Carolina. Truth, that.

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Friday, January 13, 2012

This Game is Done



there's no grace in the after life
it is broken and full of strife
all the angels are high on crack
all the devils are talking smack
and the children who used to play
seems they've chosen to run away
this game is done

it strikes me as somewhat odd
people pray to the bronze age god
if they knew what was really in store
they'd find out that their god is bored
and for all that they really gave
nothing was ventured and nothing gained
this game is done

bye, bye for now
bye, bye tonight
this cave is empty
this game is done
it's time to run

in the rapture the chosen rise
into the stratospherical skies
to the edge of the milky way
where there's nowhere left to pray
seems their buses are out of gas
run on fumes from a distant past
this game is done

i found god on a submarine
trimmed his beard and was looking kean
he pretended that i was a fool
but damn he was looking cool
he said something i didn't catch
and then opened a deadly hatch
this game is done

bye, bye for now
bye, bye tonight
this cave is empty
this game is done
it's time to run

there's no grace in the after life
it is broken and full of strife
all the angels are high on crack
all the devils are talking smack
and the children who used to play
seems they've chosen to run away
this game is done

Sunday, January 08, 2012

If the house that you love is gone



if the house that you love is gone
if the dreams that you had were wrong
if apologies run on too long
you might just as well be a bird
and forget all your fancy words
just remember that spring will come
if the house that you love is gone

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Thursday, January 05, 2012

Go Away With You



i was raised on the wrong side of the battle
i was raised on the rocks
i was raised with people made of metal
rusted petals in the sand

i was thinking it might be nice to laugh
i was thinking nightly
i was thinking of the photographs
little fractions of the past

hey, away now, now it all goes
hey, away now, hey away now
it all goes, it all goes away
if i play my cards right
if i make the joker smile right
if i play with all my might
i will get to go away too
go away with you

i was driving in the winter rain today
clouds have serious business
i was driving in the endless gray today
everything was under glass

i was missing another opportunity
i was missing you
i was missing what you do to me
you really know just how to kick my ass

hey, away now, now it all goes
hey, away now, hey away now
it all goes, it all goes away
if i play my cards right
if i make the joker smile right
if i play with all my might
i will get to go away too
go away with you

i was raised on the wrong side of the battle
i was raised on the rocks
i was raised with people made of metal
rusted petals in the sand

i was thinking it might be nice to laugh
i was thinking nightly
i was thinking of the photographs
little fractions of the past