Archive for July 2011

Well he wasn’t exactly raving but I always assume the adjective when someone can speak non-stop on political corruption and secret societies and government devised schemes to control the population through drugs and 7 years of antichrist with RFID chips embedded in our skulls and … oh… there I go raving

There was something about Jay that I liked (it wasn’t the smell) there must have been else I would not have stood listening to Jay in the cassette section of the value village for just over an hour (quite literally Ann Perkins) and every so often as I needed to break contact with the crazy eyes of Jay I was thankful for the Bee Gees album catching my eye – glancing away from Jay to Spirits Having Flown thinking how he might explain the existence of the Bee Gees in the first place but being afraid to ask.

Jay did know his scriptures and had lots directly available to his scattered mind and I suspect that may very well have been the very thing keeping me from making a parting excuse and Jay from a padded room.

Tomorrow I think I might just need to go back there, stepping around the lingering smell and the echoing madness and pick up that cassette copy of the Bee Gees.

In light of
How then
Given that

Moments occur – they may compel action – they may stoke conviction

Response – slow or quick or just null
A squint a stare an awe an avoid

Truth and Beauty have many consequences

Truth and Beauty have many consequences
Some lay dormant
A seed awaiting triggers – sun water soil
A letter lost in a pile – awaiting cleaning day

“If you know these things”
a frightening phrase – if you know these things
frightening because I do know some of them, enough of them, shit! too many of them

Responsibility
not just an ability to respond
to respond
and maybe
not even that but a requirement
to respond

To respond even in the absence of ability
in the absence of skill and motivation and confidence
Even in the presence of fear
in the presence of weakness and loneliness and despair

And thus…
Can it be said that sin is simply the forsaken response?
The despised calling?

In light of truth – this truth – set before you
In light of beauty – this beauty – sought within you

Live

It is peeking into my box
but I distract myself with the floor
It is whispering into my ear
but I hum some dirge or mirth
It is plinking pebbles off my window
but I draw the shade and shift
uncomfortably
stubbornly

“Piss Off!” I say
Enough-Already-Enough and I meant

nothing

Don’t you think I know nothing
but nothing is hard to say
hard to feel
hard to create out of
and I just don’t have enough nothing to justify myself from here

So go ahead…
Peek whisper & plink
I will refuse
I will rant
I will fuck reality sideways
until until it
until it sees things
my way