Incredobilis*

It grieves me so to say that on this earth
There still are people who do not believe!
Who raise no glass to Bacchus in their mirth!
Who think that sly Arachne doesn’t weave!
What’s more [the summum of disgrace is]
Some think their god lives somewhere all alone!
One who explains the freckles on their faces?
One too poor to give a dog a bone?
Some claim that Neptune doesn’t rule the waves!
Apollo’s chariot doesn’t cross the sky!
As if they did not see how Sea behaves!
Or how the light is brightest when it’s high!
I know you won’t believe this, but it’s true:
Some dare deny Jove’s reigning in the blue!

[*Torquémada’s favourite taunt?]

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The Death of The Preacher

…and so it was that a great stadium was hired
to enable the preacher to address the three neighboring towns
ticket prices were quite high and all the bug-eyed scalpers made a fortune

on the big night when all were assembled
stage lights came up on a small blue-robed choir
after their hymn-sing a man came to introduce the preacher
who needed no introduction being the one they’d all paid to hear

when he was done, the preacher appeared
and the crowd went wild for a minute or so and then fell remarkably silent
as the plain-looking guy they called the preacher moved to centre stage

I am proud to see you all and I have but one thing to say, he said
I want you to all go home now and try to be nice to your neighbours
So naturally they stoned him to death – destroyed the sound system too

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Lessons in Subjugation

now take tot rapists for example

child rapist?
No, let’s just call it molestation

Naaaw, let’s just say Catholic priests
    have been guilty of child abuse…
        could be anything –
              even a tender slap on the wrists
                    for not knowing the oblative in Latin, say

       Hey, wait a minute. We could go one better: give it Latin standing:
            say they are guilty of pedophilia

    Almost excuses the bastards, doesn’t it !

                 
This then is how it is done
and it is done by order from on high
     nation-[and subsequently world-]wide
and it is done to control those
                                       who otherwise
might go looting and burning churches –

No. Hold on here. Isn’t that another technique ?
        The scare tactic?  
Keep them afraid of everything
  from aspirin to alien invasion
     not to mention weapons of mass destruction – immediately redubbed WMDs
         so everyone who uses that lingo can feel proud that he sounds
               like he’s “in the know”

So,  we went from child rapist to pedophile which, by
           etymology, means a lover of children – adds a touch of irony
                     to the proceeedings, don’t you think?

However CHILD RAPIST might make its return into the language
…if a term was needed in a smear campaign…
          you know, if they could pin nothing on some bloke
               they could always ruin his reputation
                    by suggesting he was suspected
                          of raping his neighbour’s retarded child.

             So much for that candidate, eh?  

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Next week: How the pope threatened excommunication [also known as hell fire
throughout eternity] for anyone in the church who shot his mouth off about CENTURIES
of, ahem, child abuse performed by the ordained…on every continent.

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education means to lead out, not to stuff

don’t let them
bullshit you into believing
that confusion is preferable
to clarity

that decoration is more valuable
than substance

that sharing is not preferable
to hording (and choking on your own vomit)

that might is greater than right…

that any of the things
you sensed instinctively
when you were six
are not genuine truths

don’t let them
bullshit you…

period.

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She Stoops to Doggerel

I write blind
I write what moves my fingers
I write to avoid pain
           – or remember pain
                   so I don’t do that again
I write because
           angels whisper up my nose
I write in sonnets, limericks
                   and prose, but mostly
                       weird uneven quirky unpredictable things
I write because
          [as said Marcellus
            in that play about the Dane]
               something is rotten in Denmark
and I fear it might drive me insane
    or that I’ll die
        before I can put my finger on exactly why
           before I can pinpoint the absolute irrefutable Lie
            to help a billion children
                find their way out of a bind
[as I said: I mostly write blind]

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on the cognitive dissonance of history and memory

lemme…
      lemme…!
 lemonade
    for white boys
   pale as windowshade
         swimmin’
       in the swimmin’ hole
    ol’ black guy with
          a fishin’ pole
                 hiding in the
       norman rockwells

   ô grotesquely unjust
                      yet sublime
       primal America

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I confess to finding it hard to let go of the beautiful things recalled even when you have learned the incredible cost to others.

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The Eye of the Beholder

Leprous concrete, boarded doors
twisted iron – gritty icons of the ghetto –
glimpsed as a rattling subway roars
out from the belly of the city and clouds of soot
blow through each open window.

No sane person would want to go there –
day or night – not by taxi, bus or limo –
just get as far away as flight itself.

Yet the glass from fisted, rocked or bottled panes
scatters gems amid the rubble of the ghetto
and here – no less than elsewhere – once
the rains have come and gone – above
a turquoise sky to rival Canaletto.

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Letter to the Lambs

What you do
every day
is submit –
Quit bullshitting yourself:
It’s voluntary: you do it:
you don’t turn the set off
you look – but not like
a baby at a picture book –
you look knowing 
almost waiting for crap
and gore – what for?
Do you know
you are programming
yourself for more?
More of the same.
Turn off the set.
Change the game.
No cult has a patent on
Seek and ye shall find –
There are genuine pleasures
for the heart and mind
in taking a walk
around the block
with your eyes open –
even looking out the back window!.
Believe me: you won’t go into shock
hardly withdrawl…if you will
but place your will
elsewhere
even for minutes a day –
you will slowly drive away the need
to reinforce the fear-mongering
and dressed-up lies
they call The News.
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1, 2, 3, 4. . .

Hard  to keep your balance
when you lose your footing –
or your foot…arm, leg, eye
on the trumped up Highway
to make the world safe
for democracy… or Monsanto,
Exxon…I don’t know…
Goddamn-Sachs, the gospel
according to Matthew, Mark,
Locke and Smith. Separation
of church and state, my ass.
More like separation of life
and limb. Don’t quite see it?
Hard to face when it costs you
that year-end holiday bonus –
THE HOLY DAYS OF SHOPPING
[Mammon was a pipsqueak]
God Bless, it said on the guy’s
curbside cardboard calling card –
hand written with a red marker.
So, yeah, of course lame vets
are believers – who wouldn’t hope
for something like a fair shake
in some hoped-for next round.

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[I don’t know for sure if all millenials recognize the chant of the title;
one, two, three, four – we donwanna go to war]

Heard Sighing In The Wind

too much the stone age lives today,
slight progress have we made thus far;
our inner lights in disarray
although our rockets reach a star;
for every gain so much is lost
that each advance is like a curse
and goals retreat at higher cost
in hardship, poverty and worse;
the brightest note – this simple sum –
that knowing leads to knowing –
yes, fear is where we’re coming from
and laughter’s where we’re going;
of this I have some certainty
[a word you’ll seldom hear from me]

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