The wind has been completely crazy today. While the sun shone so very warm, and I wanted to wear shorts and a tee-shirt for my bike ride. But the ocean wind cut through the trees, tossing leaves and eucalyptus bark everywhere. Since half of my ride is downhill, I have to make sure I’m windproof. But uphill, I don’t want to roast. I found a nice medium place to be, had a lovely ride, and am now watching the whitecaps decorate the ocean.
We know it is true for two reasons:
My mother never lied.
And all the stories across that choked rolling plain are the same
about that day.
While out on a drive with her beau (who was not my daddy)
(but I often wondered if the two of them’d been off necking somewhere, but
she says not, so I believe her, because see reason #1 above)
Ahem to get back to the story:
Whilst out on a drive with her beau
on a day no one identified as sunny or not before the event
(and my mama never really said *exactly* what they were doing, but
it appears the car was stopped even before they saw the cloud coming,
so I thought maybe they were parking, but she says not, so see reason #1 above)
but I digress:
They saw the cloud coming and quickly rolled up the windows
(because it was spring in Western Oklahoma and the weather was probably
really nice and warm and you know, springlike, because every day of the dustbowl
wasn’t a miserable nightmare, you know about spring and the goat-footed balloonman
and they were 17 and I’m pretty sure he must’ve at least stolen a kiss but my mom says not, and reason #1)
so to continue:
The wind shook the car and the fine dust sifted in
through the closed windows and doors
and the world outside
was dark with it, like midnight, when a beau
would under normal circumstances kiss his girl
unless she happened to be my mother. Which she was.
Begin Life in a moment
End Life in a day
A moment in a lifetime
Where no clocks come to play
A statue in the hallway
A hallway in the door
The blood-brain barrier
’twixt now and nevermore
The room where Life is ended
Is the room where it began
Did you see yourself by looking
Or by holding out your hand?
Begin Life not with breathing
End Life with waking up
See the world you have been given
As a shattered crystal cup
Swim on waves of gravity
Through nurseries of night
Umbilicus of light
Umbilicus of light
Umbilicus of light
This was a song written for a musical version of 2001: A Space Odyssey. A group of very creative friends stages “Musical Emergencies” based on movies, fables, and other source material a couple of times a year. This one was staged by me and my partner (mostly my partner, who saw the movie 10 times in the theater at age 11).
Imagine a slow, contemplative song, minor key, only four chord changes, played on organ as accompaniment.
There is no innocence in this boy-god.
His eyes have seen death and depravity
for the sake of love.
His arrows do not care what blood is drawn:
deep blood of cruel dreams, locked rooms,
His smile is too smirking by half, as he knows
can bring down kingdoms
begin and end wars
and can make music a mere accompaniment
His child-man body
His lustrous wings erect
His tiny, proud penis —
it is clear, your desire
is not his.
is to shoot an arrow to the center of you
and bring clanging down
your armor and your crown.
I am pinned to the places I have been, mapped
and logged and archived;
even some dreamplaces I revisit, where I am known and
even somewhat famous.
But there is a bench, a beach,
and a line of peaks
engraved inmy book,
though my lungs have not drawn
that rarified salt air.
and their thousand shades of grey and blue
are a chain that pulls me in,
a place so strange and so familiar
that I can feel the lichen soft on my feet
hear the corncrake’s green rattle
smell the whisky-smoke.
I believe I shall find my initials
engraved on a bench
on the Isle of Harris,
and I’ll sit homebound there
til the wind blows me yon.