Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, December 29, 2012

She's just a wild girl


going to the desert now
to see a friend
she lives inside the dirt
at the world's end
she's not a comfort girl
she's not a queen
she's just a wild girl
she's just a wild girl

i drive in snow and sleet
in ice and pain
i cross the mountains high
i call her name
down to the desert
this ain't no game
i want to hold her close
climb inside her grave
 her grave is cold

the roads are hard to hold
the lights give blind
out in the desert, friend
not much to find
she had a trailer
she had a post
the wind is howling
she is a ghost
she is a ghost

she's just a wild girl
out in the wild world
she's just a wild girl
i am alone
she's not a comfort girl
she's not a queen
she's just a wild girl
she's just a wild girl
i cannot hold
and i can't let go

the sun is weak and low
still burns my eyes
i am alone on earth
stars in the skies
i want this wild girl
to have and hold
lost in the desert
lost in the cold
man, i'm growing old

she's just a wild girl
out in the wild world
she's just a wild girl
i am alone
she's not a comfort girl
she's not a queen
she's just a wild girl
she's just a wild girl
i cannot hold
and i can't let go

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Saturday, December 22, 2012

Tidy self


how is your mask holding up?
still able to keep the hidden you 
from spilling out everywhere
 making a mess of things?

if you are your mask
you will vanish in time
but what was hidden--
will that ever be revealed?
was it ever revealed?

when you finally take your mask off
tell me about god

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Stolen Child



The Stolen Child
William Butler Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
  Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
  Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats.
There we've hid our fairy vats
Full of berries,
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
           you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
  The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by farthest Rosses
  We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands, and mingling glances,
  Till the moon has taken flight; 
To and fro we leap,
  And chase the frothy bubbles,
  While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
           you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
  From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes,
  That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout,
  And whispering in their ears;
    We give them evil dreams,
Leaning softly out
  From ferns that drop their tears
    Of dew on the young streams.
Come! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping then
           you can understand.

Away with us, he's going,
  The solemn-eyed;
He'll hear no more the lowing
  Of the calves on the warm hill-side.
Or the kettle on the hob
  Sing peace into his breast;
Or see the brown mice bob
  Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
           he can understand.

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image by mjs, aka frank armstrong
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Saturday, December 15, 2012

If grief is like a pool

if grief is like a pool
you could hold your breath, and reach the bottom
and touch it, then turn
and launch yourself upwards
and breach the surface into light and air

friends ask you:
how deep is your grief?
will you hit your head if you dive in?
what fills the pool?
dread?  tears?

if grief is like a pool
then you will know it is not only straight down
but also to the sides, to the steps
to the shallow end
to the deepest portion

when it is empty
you cannot swim
you cannot splash
you cannot leave
you take a few steps
and wait

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For the adults and children of Newtown, Connecticut

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It's always too early to talk about gun control...


Map of mass shootings in United States since 2005.


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Friday, December 14, 2012

Dodged a bullet...


There will always be violent, destructive people.
It sure would suck if it was easy for them to get guns.
Especially semi-automatic and fully automatic guns.
That would be horrible.

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Travel tips


come visit winter:
friend to cold brick and naked trees
to sharp light from a squinting sun

come visit winter:
the hours end like buckling knees
dropping monks to the floor

come visit winter:
what are three months to skin?
what are these days to anyone?

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Monday, December 10, 2012

New flash


these glowing salt rocks
birthed in the sun on monday
cannot be unborn

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Wednesday, December 05, 2012

What the thing isn't


words are not birds

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