Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A doll's love

What frightens people these days? Guns? Despair? 
An iPhone that won't work? 

A tried and true gimmick of Hollywood horror films was often a slow, deliberate pan of a musty room, and then in a corner of the scene, just catching some dim, smoky light, a burnished gold sunbeam with dust motes reeling and spinning
--what is revealed is a silent, vacantly-staring doll--an antique perhaps, a decaying toy from a different era, a doll whose silence wasn't poetic, rather it was ghoulish, foreboding. 

This is the past that tugged at the viewer, turned the fear inside out, and whether it's a personal moment of regret or a collective, subconscious dread of the past in general we sense that it is late in the hour--

maybe we shouldn't be in this room, because something we won't be able to control wants very much to go bump in the darkness. 

Have a nice night.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Burn all the flowers

i am a virus
i like your iris
i want to hold you in bed

i am a satyr
you have hit paydirt
listen to all that i've said

the needle is pointing
while we sit anointing
the fire that burns up the west

hold me tonight, love
push comes to your shove
give me your loving, the best

burn, burn, burn all the flowers
burn all the hours
burn all the dreams
burn all the dreams
play with the ashes instead
you are so pretty
it will be a pity
we burned it all down 
just like you said
just like you said
we burned it all down
just like you said

i am a master
at running things faster
at making the gears all go round

we sold all the hardware
at a yard sale in Delaware
now is the time you go down
now is the time you go down

(repeat chorus)