Friday, October 23, 2009

Today's Verse: 24 October 2009

There's more to life
There's death
Your wish
Second most dear
Close held
Compressed
A burning coal
Fire

From when you're socialized
Accustomed to your place
A kernel of lust
Passionate kin
Of its creative twin
Is conditioned, constrained, controlled
Within

The ever mounting desire to consume
Purge, annihilate, destroy
Tamed, ignored, caged
Rationalized

It wants out
To express its dark
Nature
To rage

A current may
Forge a channel
To a rising tide
That swells and frees it
To merge, fulfilment
In grand deluge

The tide recedes
Desire contracts
Once more enclosed
Concealed
All 'round
Just under the skin

Monday, October 12, 2009

Today's Verse: 13 October 2009

I'm friends with the door
It won't shut me out
I'm friends with the floor
It won't let me down

I'm friends with the clock
That sits by the bed
Its steady tick tock's
Like a poem I read

Chorus:
I like my friends
I like them there
Whether they know
Whether they care

I like my friends
Like them alot
Whether they're good
Whether they're not

My friendship's a railway
With weeds in between
It bisects the forest
Dark silent unseen

My friendship's a country
Of mountains and plains
It hitchhikes on highways
And wanders back lanes

My friendship's a stranger
Obscure and complete
My friendship's in danger
Exciting and sweet

My friendship's a chain gang
Partners in crime
Entangled in mischief
Imprisoned in time

I'm friends with the losers
Who lose though they cheat
I'm friends with the bruisers
Who battle defeat

I'm friends with the lovers
I'm friends with the bums
I'm friends with the others
Who leave them the crumbs

I'm friends with the nigger
Whose secret I keep
I like the grave digger
Who'll put me to sleep

The soldier the preacher
The tin-hearted whore
We've been friends for years
We'll be many more

Be your own best friend
Psychologists say
Why should I pretend
Why put on a play

I belong to our friendship
It's not part of me
Without it I'm blind
Within it I see

Thursday, October 08, 2009

I had hoped to hear some 8th anniversary of the war news from James, but perhaps he is honoring Michael's request to "leave politics at the door". In that spirit, I will make no remark on Antonin Scalia's statement that a cross is a suitable memorial for everyone, Christian or not.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Fata Morgana

I just saw the DVD of Fata Morgana, and on the commentary track Herzog explains that the man and woman playing the drums and piano are in fact a pimp and a madam. Far from expressing Spartan joy, they were generally glum and occasionally brutal. The bass drum with the windmill doesn't say "Rejoice" (as the Spartan's toy drum kit did); it says "Rojo", because the brothel was named El Molino Rojo.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Today's Verse: 4 October 2009

Thank you mister ray
And thank you johnny
You made my day
You made it funny
Hell

Amen sister ray
In darkness kneeling
Say billy gray
Say that you're feeling
Well

After the transformation
And the fall from grace
After the criminalization
Of the human race

I know my future
Will not be blank
Though I may be crazy
Mad as a crank
You can wager on that
Take it to the bank
Cause I left the boat
Before it sank
And I spilled the drink
That Socrates drank
And I made my friends
Before they stank
I'm shouting hosannas
And offering thanks
To comfort myself
My future's not blank

Bless you uncle dick
And bless you peter
We had our kicks
Passed out in the theatre
Aisles

Adieu darling jim
Vaya con dios
Outlook is grim
Forecast more of those
Smiles

After the revelation
Transcendant sublime
Comes sweet inspiration
Generous and kind

And I know my future
Will not be blank
Though I think I'm crazy
Mad as a crank
You can wager on that
Take it to the bank
Cause I left the boat
Before it sank
And I spilled the drink
That Socrates drank
And I made my friends
Before they stank
I'm singing hallelujah
And offering thanks
To comfort myself
My future's not blank