I insist that you accommodate my sensitivity
To accommodating the sensitivities of others

I resolved not to write a poem today

Praehandle venuit im aldencer roquaista moror
Urguentire quaist legar mauic mercder
Chost baninun
Dalvrak ris cempsit stellang cris tembreak
Denc var lest en lengdon tembago
Quairit objendidor glan dridi
Sem dimimen sag smebre thurqueasticis
Savto subros subnom langleng alleng cominjo
Cleg macalb qui cenduc vlo
Jambent hel ne feneme
Darval smre incipt ma dalvrak praesit zonce sbentenich
Ob sisten ohete u ohetet ven obra ma
Lang u langar ma ber lang udermech
Elluseon melnich dravalo hinc jero cambat
Vuscade mer donaded quis numdam teket
Quairisit urguentit rit ueguentis
Fer zu tuscat
Ber gnog quant quist
Qui se nost criandes ledo
Theed bequave ibliut mirgost twe
Dalvrak u tembre darval u topens
Eschwewe en diambent
Quist verd tembreant jambent
Linea sant ensicker tuosfergay
Denc im lidane zur set vergvernal
Marsdo meniter marsdo fradamines
Wratan mech criando pramapson domge
Tarro skedelite amin fergmant wo dis lag
Met pramo augen fergmat
Quit ems nost hec Cung
Nondam helt dem glaven
Pread ihr trement
Segreta nost
Nundom tem lengtopens em lesten durmtopens
Empli grauisde inorta quaes ne dor sic
Symfla bhle g’sammte
Ind ver lengdondis verd aerealide pafors
Glaver elsue glaver
Arsbry ob huz’ broncencis
Quit sogen stellandlosment
Segre darval guis po verd dalvrakis
Tembres langone u nostgic
Oferdimoni straeostons vergiss dilivitousment trand
Effreant wralcraw
Effreant bimensic
Effreant pulverulent
Dimostic uder dis carmoman
Dost cried gamoman
Estleng
Do perst en exriguits fegmeniter
Min fo eada deg epil ne
Si ber cog
Obsit ausmect
Ryhth ma nondam
Setledir alegamine lest
Ryhb ma nondam quist
Meyledir dembeder lust
Finitra fo dis denust ber di moros darval cimm dis straeostim
Praenunc becred ofergibten
Ber twe spician dir cirt cirtes meomes
Daelist helt extemb viale hic
Qui quer quist sisten ob sbenten
Segenfor nimor quist teneter
Ris anmal
Umplicate
Vra sin sinn
Ma ber roticose
Semtembs juse stel sin
Quist kimpson vol lesin
Juse fruhir premps
Alzuwehzu snet Shoepre
Hir cern tembre
Ja ber pormato woc
Tembdor blance langlin u kurzlin u cidant kurz
Tembdor blance tuscatich u duch spire sclav ausgibt
Quet gapfens gemingue dorst da tembard ecqaestit valend
Eg nac tembardes witmendid
Eben lengdones en tweplot
Allis tem lengtopens en pramos topens
Finitre mag u derkbil splen laceridens
Ens tembreak ven even
Coma eincenetmal
Comlic cleface
Clef glaver ceg quisquon pelledre
Prama decidi twe fertnat funeft ellude dae ca
Vergs uncryt
Sestort
Stlang
Sprument
Nemir betang mo mensinin mar coito selbsterb
Coito ob cogto
Semsting
Uderplachlich penswip agramtich oputz thrapuet
U fra knang sebint
Le segan puisde le segan
Porto-orpan simulu cient fargue
Initule mitsitlle vrebes kin thurqueast
Imga uderthriw cetbifor sickeridad sputer errepte
Volando umwrat mlod plina u blandula
Osserplo minlich im crebre stehlen
Osservis cogn da hel
Beoplo lic do beorwisk aus boken trac pisc
Nesoin femn machiesone cone velclyo
Nelang impenswip nelang caerea mitsit
Iff se eberdan yern ascastiy
Kin sitemedicon rotix ofer se finitre
Bes queint urguend vor condinuit
Uderthriw linea sembre
Ber sagen ptimo ob sleck
Eck ob sonilish facir unruvel
Wit pther exerguise
Den masca
Exerguio
Jectove imparsut nimine
Domgine melnich lesen uder
Paeren scenit sonen trid myors
Scenit sanit senit selbverd alverd semsit
Nun aldles wir stell ast furerens
Nen vorstalle morid implux
Cris morid peromn secul sclor
Arlang vibref criando inderst
Sessid ba darval ob dalvrak
Et tu mihi mihi
Zonce nadsat agen sbenten
Oter tition furerens
Furen ven
Paz ne dirder suberdend do ma alze stehlmin
Tembdor vit stym
Tembdor vit selbst
Gens omniverd
Val sembreverd
Finitre derkbil
Ob derkbil therthor
Si mech ver valendes darval
Sic poten maldlich
Iber valendor dalvrak
Exiguer nosostroms
Mardar nost
Ofergibtos nost

Nobody ever wanted to do something
Just because they were ordered to

But even soothing imaginary darkness
Declines into decadence
Not necessarily the murderous crush of the ignorance machine
Nor even the oblivion of splenetic self-repression

But even the darkness of tranquil restoration
Falls soon enough into decay
The invisible flowers wilted and exhausted
The flies that murmur their admonishing complaints

I’m content to be multiple
But hell is other people
Most of whom are in my head

Awaken from compliant slumber
Overcome self-imposed subjection

One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
One two three four five

One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
One two three four five

One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
One two three four five

Red yellow blue green
X-axis y-axis z-axis

One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
One two three four five

Seventeen breaths
Seventeen minutes
Seventeen compliances

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One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
One two three four five

I still get goose-pimples
You still blush

In my senility I lie about my age
Making it greater than it is
The better to be thought magisterial
Names are better than faces at a certain point

Objects seem more real when relayed
Through several sets of television cameras
The monarch unwinds Give a man a mask he says
But who will kennel the hounds of discontent

With my First Holy Communion
I trembled for a good little while

With my Second Holy Communion
I trembled a little less

With my Third Holy Communion
I trembled not at all

A poem is the possible in material form

There’s the darkness of no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Respite from the glare of consciousness
This is soothing imaginary darkness

Then there’s the elective darkness
Of the shades drawn in the nursery
Necessary for naps among the milk-fed
Culpable misapprehension for those having outgrown diapers

Then there’s the abrasive darkness
Of the trough behind the crest
The pit the prison the obdurate abyss
The oubliette where the ennuieux are punished

The biggest darkness is the one assembled in the factory
Where tool and die press out souls
Where qi is excised for demographics
The healing sun blotted out by data

Gather your rosebuds while ye may
Make hay while the sun shines
Let me check your backside for the expiration date
I’ll make you feel good use you pleasurably up

The hardest parts of learning something new
Are first to overcome preconceptions
And then to change bad habits
Which cannot be jettisoned but only replaced

Take the stereotypical image of dejection
Back bent forward hands before the thighs
Fingertips just reaching the tops of the kneecaps
Shuffling with a stride of no more than eight inches

Try instead this exercise from a seated position
Put on left shoe tying it as applicable
Hold right shoe in both hands
Gaze at spot on floor for seventeen minutes

Mere mortals weak mortals I hear my brethren say
My brethren who delight in the savor of smoky hecatombs
And they deride human incapacity
And mock the desperation of mortal importunity
Which is the god of axle grease
Which of diseases of the bladder
And they vaunt that we gods alone conceive
The vast extent of our Olympian powers
The countless elements over which we preside
But as the presider over axle grease I say unto them
That no power on earth or above it or below
Is perfect whole complete or absolute
And your vaunted power will come crashing down around your ears
And the greatest capacity is where
You least expect to find it

And my brother gods are more capable
Than they themselves imagine
For they do not understand
The simple concept of an avatar
That Athena and Artemis are one and the same
As are my fine pupils Hermes and Dionysus
That Zeus becomes Ares when he gets his sword from me
And that Aphrodite becomes Hera
When after all that lovemaking she grows large with child
And only one god I know beside myself is relatively entire
Poseidon driver of horses breaker of cities
Promulgator of storms at sea
Which Zeus then arrogates to himself
In the rare event they make landfall

And in my own human avatar as Daedelus
For yes we gods often take human form
Or less imaginative forms of bull eagle or rain shower
Just ask Aphrodite about Helen and Cleopatra
And all the other belles dames sans merci
But in my human avatar I am responsible
For all the knives crowbars scythes and plows
Bowls skillets sieves fleshpots kneading troughs and winnowing fans
Swords halberds bayonets dirks artillery pieces
Saddles horseshoes bits reins halters
And all miscellaneous articles of equipage
Tools that make other tools
Anvils lathes chisels augers awls vats hammers tongs
Nails pins screws hooks pulleys hoops locks
Tweezers razors and other apparatus of the depilatory and tonsorial arts
And wheels and yes axles wagons chariots dog-carts and locomotives
Stools tripods doorknobs hinges
Thrones crowns scepters medallions and insignias of rank
Necklaces bracelets brooches bangles bells buckles and baubles
Snares fishhooks fowling pieces
Steeples cupolas coigns banisters battlements bastions
Posts lintels casements lath plaster rafters joists cornices foundations
Rods that support
Rods that chastise
Rods that reinforce
All the gear and tackle and trim of every ironmonger that ever lived
Braziers griddles ovens andirons bellows
Campfires funeral pyres torches candles
Lamps magical and pedestrian
And the so-called natural phenomena of lava flows and boiling springs
Zeus will tell you that Athena sprang forth fully armed
But in fact I father all who bear spears greaves or helmets
An Egyptian ape-god invented the pen
And Hermes also first contrived the lyre
Though I’ve heard Apollo falsely claim that achievement
Hera brought to light the feminine lore for spinning yarn
For subtle webs wigwams cunning knot of string and thread
A blanket to wrap the newborn in
My wife Aphrod-Ishtar invented nothing unknown to horse and swine
And Pan instituted the woodwind section
But all other inventions are mine
Notably all instruments that are struck hard or softly
Including the pianoforte
I rule half the elements in the universe
Water I concede to Zeus and Poseidon
But I claim earth and fire

I shall not complain of those eminences who preceded me
Nor shall I wail in envy that they among others
Should receive the fruits of votive shrine and virgin chant
While I bustle about an object of ridicule
A limping cuckold
Liked a little more than temple rat
Loved a little less than Ganymede the Brat
But in this the gods simply expose their ignorance
Whilst I indulge their folly with a mirthful misshapen countenance
That doubtless betrays my inward glee
To be a god of such noble accomplishment
And though temples in my honor are but few
They are not entirely lacking
They still worship me in Al Abam
Now take the one who demands to be called The God or The Father
Who flits about the vaporous element he tries to style the firmament
Object of adoration among those of smug and jejune understanding
Who has shown himself skilled at fornicating and throwing things
Me for example when he shrieked
I’ll drive you into the ground from whence you came
And tore my leg from its socket
So strong and yet infinitely less than almighty
As seen by his base attempt to fob the deed off on my mother
And don’t misrepresent me wrathful fool
When I claim earth I refer to the durable substance
That makes up its great elemental bulk
And obviously I do not mean
The arable land sacred to Dea Mater
That small portion of the earth toward which you have legitimate rights
As memorialized in nursery rhymes
His sweet showers
Have great powers
To bring flowers
And why do you insist on exposing your shortcomings
By inflating your assets

I am an old greybeard
Though not as old as Poseidon Whitebeard
Or Zeus of the Receding Hairline
I speak not of them but will first speak of the younger echelon
Some of whom graciously accept my tutelage
While others like him who calls himself Apellon or Phos Boy
Stay snobbishly aloof in their conceit
We first heard of him when as Aplu he came out of the east
With no more portfolio than to act
As cause and cure of infections carried by mice
Which experience in epidemiology
Gave him a certain arithmetical facility
To divide categorize and torment with plagues
Whole populations and a memory
Never to forget a slight or fail to retaliate for it
There happened to be an opening in our ranks
Following the purge of the elder race
And more specifically the demise of the one called Over
Who had been deposed by you-know-who Mister Sky
Well I made the boy what he became
His bow I suppose he acquired from the fiddlers
Who ply their trade in the deserts of Asia
But the feathered arrows with their adamantine tips
Who could have devised those delicate implements
And I gave him so boundless is my generosity
The most marvelous chariot to traverse
The rising dome of his Father’s dominions
Well lubricated to be sure
And I gave him the triple toolkit
Compass straight edge and plumbline
Which in his avatars as Euclid and Pythagoras
He used to trace the myriad designs
Cast in shadow on the face of earth
Which belongs to me
And the ingrate would exaggerate his attainments
How impressive is it really to slay a snake
Which beast was none other than my ingenious charge Dionysus
And Mouse Boy the interloper in the Wine Giver’s garden
And little did Photo Chrome consider that The Vine
Regenerates after the harvest
As the scotch’d serpent closes
And not content with measure and number
Apollo must claim those other numbers
That make up the scansion of sacred song
And minstrel lay and pastoral idyll and heroic tale
Which had emerged many eons before his own obscure birth

But let me turn to one more appealing than the vengeful adolescent
Hermes first came to my notice as the writing-ape of Egypt
And I was touched by the humanitarianism of one
Concerned to raise those benighted wretches into the light of civilization
They had observed him deep in the Afric forest
Cool as a cucumber sandwich
Probing with a stick in the insect nests
Though the lewdly given called it a stick of flesh not of wood
And he turned and demonstrated with glance and gesture
How to apply the pismire fluid to dried leaves
And better how to use the stems of water plants
Cunningly pressed to work as artificial leaves
For the storage of tallies in grain oil slaves beer and leather goods
And much later to record the genealogies of gods and emperors
Need I add that this same tale
Is repeated in the Panic key
With the invention of the syrinx
The origin of the Dionysian pipes
And Hermes assumes a thousand avatars
Disguised as meteor mote messenger or crewcut college boy
Or indeed any being for which there is a word
So that half the revelations from God-on-High
Are but the freaks and pranks of clever Never Settles
But when next we saw Hermes he stood stock-stone still
At the corner of a field
And this time he truly resembled nothing so much as
A man’s fleshy stick
The organ of generation
A snake or twining of snakes
Not one of us not even Scare Thrower
Could resist a laugh or resist loving the roguish chameleon
Though Herr Flingfling threw a rock of course
So each of the rest of us rolled a pebble
Burlesquing that aggressive act
Off the winsome lad’s smooth round head
Until only his smooth head was visible
Out of the tall narrow cairn
And I fashioned him a helmet
Purely decorative
To defend him I said against boors who throw rocks
And I’ll tell you how he became my pupil
For I named him Mutability
And I showed him how to turn sand into glass
And how to carry a secret in a pouch of tin
And how to free the living quicksilver
From its pulverulent prison
And though I myself hobble
How to run as a sparrow flies
And how to fly as a cat runs
And how to keep two dwellings
One up here in the palace I built
The other a playhouse below for mischievous children
And how to make his way without chart or compass
In the byways of men
To whom he appears a fetching silvery sylph

If humans saw us in our own appearance they would be horrified
No wonder they turn to stone or pillars of salt
When they catch a nympholeptic glimpse
The eyes of Athena for example are often described in human idiom
As lustrous lead but a closer look
Reveals the intricate clockwork mechanism
Of a million million nanogears
And escapements shaped like microscopic siege engines
And connective tissue slipping in lubricious soup of roiling buckyballs
The better to reckon means and ends
Calculate the trajectory
Apollonian cogitation
For bringing down prey or an adversary
And Hera’s eyes really are those of an ox
Though buffalo cow would be a better translation
And my own visage displays an asymmetry
Unlikely ever to join the canon of anthropoid fashion
And my halting speech matches my halting gait
So forgive me if I digress and speak ex tempore

And so to return to my theme
Let me speak of another of my young favorites
Dionysus god of mortality and resurrection
Whom Zeus claimed to gestate in his thigh
Or some such nonsense
The fact is that having impregnated some ninny schoolgirl
As He always does
Zeus tired of the sport vaporized the maid
And left the products of conception on the ground to rot
Until Hermes ever-alert scooped up the protoplasm
For a little mashing together was all the gestation required
And entrusted the embryonic matter
To some kindly childless earthlings
Who raised the babe as their own
And accounts abounded among the credulous
Of virgin birth and novel stars and heavenly hosts
But when his true nature revealing itself
As a toddler he began ripping up forests
Driving leopards into the village
And throwing cars around like Father like son
I collected the godling and settled him in a fruited jungle
He could call his own and destroy to his heart’s content
Where his tendril-like habit of clinging to vegetation
Gained him a reputation as the subtlest beast of the field
For I would not bring him to Olympus
For Captain Terrible to throw around
And to Dion too I taught the arts of metamorphosis
As I had Hermes
And on his own he learned the knack
For turning berries into divine liquid madness
By transfusing his living blood into the fruited vines
For thick blood and not insipid ichor flows through his veins
And he caused the gore to spoil and rot
For he had been born in rottenness
That whosoever should drink of it
Would be filled with the blood of the god
The blood of the new and everlasting life-in-death
And just as I in Promethean avatar
Gave my fire to help the poor manlings
Though naturally somebody else had to call it His
So too Dionysus presented his elixir
To assuage affliction and unleash the truth
Which for mortals is the truth of their imminent dissolution
And in gratitude for his human upbringing
He allows himself annually to be torn limb from limb
Like his foster-father and humble preceptor
And consumed bodily
As a mother gives of her substance to nourish the babe
Until such time in three or four days
As it please him to resurge phoenix-like
Fresh and sweet to begin the cycle again
The face and torso of a woman
A man’s power to fall and rise again
And so Dionysus chooses to dwell among women and men
And to them he gave the inestimable boon of madness

And here’s how fine humans are
Surveying them is like seeing the iridescence of a Damascus blade
In any group of them one or more will have drunk the cup of madness
And the madman will do something crazy
And then drink the cup of hemlock
That unhappy collaboration of Dion and Apollo
Sometimes the madman will imagine himself a little Ares
And start chopping up his hallucinated enemies
Nursing mothers cats and dogs infidels spectators at a foot race
Before falling on his sword
But once in awhile the madness turns to glory
One time in an act of unaccustomed generosity to humans
Apollo gave them his lyre secretly the gift of Hermes
And for millennia men plinked and plunked away
Raising ululant songs to Zeus
Halalalalalu Ya
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth
How glad we are to be your silly sheep O Father
How you comfort us
When you thwack us with your rod and your staff
Until a drunken madman one Jimi Orpheus
Inspired by me Hephaestus
Put ferrous magnets on a lyre
Making the lyre itself speak and sing
I can’t be satisfied
Essential creed of those who strive and aspire
But still I confess my own preference for pipes and timbrels

As complacent humans alas their preference for Ares
At whose behest I created the sword
Humans so impressed by jerk of catapult
By hail of arrows
And those who survive the carnage
Clink their glasses and sing
We few we happy few
Feasting on the flesh of their comrades

I do not scorn the human kind
In fact I rather like them
Witness the shield I made for that beautiful prince
So much more man than god
To console him in his mortality
The miraculous moving images
The fine achievements of man
And a few of the coarser ones
The crops and flocks
The festivals and assemblies
The cunning of attack and the solidarity of defense
There are two kinds of being in the universe
There’s the kind that’s always the same
Like the simple vengeful sun
But man is of the latter kind
The kind that changes
Like the restless sea
In his communion with the serene transfiguring moon

For Artemis my avatar most unlike myself
Gives us to understand if we are willing
My foster-children on earth
Secret minions of the moon
To them as to her I gave a simple stick
Which she immediately employed
To bring down the hind and the pheasant
For she is as the mountain slope
Where the pard dispatches the kid
And like the earthlings she received
From Ares-Apollo the shaft and the bow
Since we have already established the arrow’s head as mine
But as Artemis is a goddess this acquirement
Did not alter her essential nature
Which paradoxically is both changeable and eternally chaste
Whisper of nightingales and embers’ polychromatic glow
But with humans we can speak of a long complex development
We have spoken how my son Hermes
Used his staff to show the primate humans
How to fish for grubs and termites
But know now that unaccountably and on their own
The earthlings enlarged the use of the stick
To obtain more substantial quarry
Small animals little birds and turtles to make into lyres
And moving on to sheep antelopes and others of the grazing kind
And at last alas themselves
But most miraculously they transmuted their dexterity
Into spells incantations verbal formulae
Rhymes instructions recipes and the devices of Mnemosyne
That the fables of their discoveries
Need never perish from the earth
From there it needed only me
To demonstrate the sorcery of metallurgy
For the world to bloom into a garden of artifice

I stand accused of betraying Olympus
By making man the rival of the gods
But I am not blameworthy if such a dire eventuality has occurred
If you consider the case rationally you will see that I am right
Now most of you gods no doubt will grumble
Why should we rationalize like a schoolteacher
A little man with spectacles and a pointed beard
I’m quite sure that you my brethren would be content
If I were to continue assembling your home furnishings for you
And renounce my ties to the pathetic weaklings below
Even as you spread your nostrils
To relish the holocausts of flesh fat and bone
That weak man gives you the strong from my fire
Yes I gave man fire
Though Thunder Toss has invented the fiction
That it was some Titan unavailable to testify now
Suspiciously engaged with an eagle on a mountainside
Does anyone seriously believe that fire came from
A sparkling ephemeral shard of light
When the whole crust of earth
Veritably floats on liquid fire
And even if Metheus had touched a stick
To Zeus’s precious bolt
And who is the god of sticks I remind you
Even if the Titan had used the spark to ignite the rod
The act cannot be called a theft
For how in this has Zeus been bereft of anything
As if that soggy pluvious parvenu has aught to do with fire
So yes I gave man fire from my own inexhaustible store
Man whom you depend upon and fear
Who has more wisdom in his weakness than you in your strength
And what care I if humans seek to profit
From the fruits of my inventiveness
I owe my fealty to Poseidon the Ancient
Chief among those who disdain
To teeter on Olympus peak
And when Poseidon please to break open the earth
I oblige with flow of liquid rock
A change has come upon the earth
Which humans now paradoxically call a planet
For the humans are doing all they can
To raise the level of the sea
Until it engulf not only their own mad frenzied race
But someday soon will drown Olympus too

Sorry I laughed at an inappropriate time
I couldn’t help myself

In youth I hated my own moderation
But I survived the Civil War

We are selfish men
And what has changed since 1802
Only the storage and transmission
Not the content of our knowledge

All can view the mountains
In their disordered counterfeits
And the wealthy regard it a birthright
To be carried to the summit

If only I could open myself
To the here and now
I would hear the Orphic severed head sing downstream
See Poseidon drive his horses shoreward

But thou my beloved art here with me now
In the nakedness past nakedness
In fulfillment of our promise
To share again our blissful dissolution

The utmost felicity which we can ever attain
Will be little better than the alleviation of misery
And we shall always feel more pain from our wants
Than pleasure from our enjoyments

Am I the only one who can say thou in this decadent age

An anole drops his pennant and nods emphatically yes
The finch too nods in a full-body paroxysm
Tabby rubs her cheek first on my trouser leg
And then on the leg of a table

The pituitary flicks the switch on reproduction
The mere sight of a plum provokes salivary effusion
A thorn in the heel takes its sweet time alerting the giant’s brain
Flopsweat aggravates the audience’s rebellion

A diagnostician reads pustules fever the dispatches in stool
The cartographer delights to limn the sleeping beauty of terra incognita
The skull and bones announce poison and pirates
But thine eyes how lights dart about their aspect at bedtime

Louder than dirt consists of Adam Lawsky, keyboards and vocals; Joseph Lawsky, drums and vocals; Julian Phillips, bass and vocals; and me, Greg “DK” Kelley, guitar and vocals.  I wrote the words and music below except for one song, “Nightingale,” by Julian.  I include the lyrics only for those songs I have written.

01 No Easy Way
Don’t you look at me that way John Dillinger
I’ve seen you smiling stretched out on the street
Well you really gave ‘em hell gave it to a lot of men
Now they’ve all come back to pick your body clean

No no there ain’t no easy way to go
No no there ain’t no easy way to go
No no there ain’t no easy way to go
But when I’m gone I won’t be round no more

I’ve spent a lifetime chained down in the cave
I’ve spent a lifetime on death row
Where the dead all drop like lead while all the living weep and wail
Where there really ain’t no easy way to go

No no &c.

So stop your silly grinning now John Dillinger
You think you are the master of the game
Well you were the biggest member on the ten most wanted list
But now you’ve shrunk right down into your name

No no &c.

02 Auditory Man
I am an auditory man
I do not understand the optical machine
I am not present in the scene of being seen
I am an auditory man

I am a listening device
I hear what you’re saying you don’t have to tell me twice
I name the numbers from the rattle of the dice
I am a listening device

Oh but I am one for whom all sounds make sense
Sizzle of a steak and the clatter of the bones
Grandfather clocks tell tolling out like Big Bens
Distant chime of power saws and diesel on the roll
Hounds that howl in answer out sirens on patrol

I cannot she what dress she wore
I can’t even see the flowers hanging in the trees
Facial expressions to deny or to displease
I cannot see what dress she wore

Oh I am one for whom all sounds make sense
Big hall hollers and the noble saxophone
High bird callers and the voice that calls me home

I am an auditory man
I love you talking dirty on the telephone
I love to hear my baby make delicious moan
I am an auditory man

03 adagio (Instrumental)

04 Stupid Song
Stupid feeling stupid song
Stupid singer stupid song
I got no feeling in my tongue
This is the worst song ever sung

Stupid feeling stupid song
Stupid singer stupid song
I got no feeling in my brain
Not smart enough to go insane

Stupid feeling stupid song
Stupid singer stupid song
Stupid song stupid song
Stupid song stupid song

05 gigue (Instrumental)

06 The Ballad Of Briarcliff Road
Up in Atlanta stands a stunted pine tree next to Briarcliff Road
But upon the pine wisteria all riotously grows
Its flowers clustered like the grape but hanging empty hanging dry
As the wisteria flourishes the Georgia pine tree dies

And right up to the ruined KFC all gutted once with fire
Through the pine and the wisteria runs electrical wire
And a mockingbird alight upon that Georgia Power line
Flings his soul abroad in strains of unpremeditated rhyme

You people cherish every failure you think each sin makes you more human
See yourself see yourself

No joy no sorrow yeah but only naked triumph tells me that
The little bird fancies himself an aristocrat
He looks so strong he looks so dapper in his uniform of grey
And it was given me to translate what I heard the singer say

You love your jim crow republic you love your rotten old lost cause
Your wretched oaths and hateful contracts your filthy bills of sale
See yourself see yourself

The cars swerve by they’re all sealed up they neither hear nor do they see
The pine tree or the singer or the ruined KFC
Or how you’ve got to kill the past before the future can arrive
Or how all smothered up in beauty Georgia pine tree struggles to survive

07 Nightingale (Lyrics by Julian Phillips)

08 tarantella (Instrumental)

09 Hey Jo (Gin Sno Cone)
Hey Jo I pressed you a twenty in your hand
Hey Jo I just pressed you a twenty in your hand
You know that’s legal and it’s tender everywhere across the land

Hey Jo take that pipe out of your mouth
Hey Jo take that stump of a pipe out of your mouth
You better pass it on around Jo baby before you’re all run out

Jo’s got echolocation always knows where you are
Telescopical vision Jo can see from afar
Jo can pick every lock always get you inside
Keep a truck in the lane Jo can make a lane nine miles wide

Hey Jo don’t forget to bring the snacks
Hey Jo don’t forget to bring the snacks
Once you let go a twenty you can bet it ain’t never coming back

There goes Jo searching all the pastures all around
There goes Jo searching all the pastures all around
He’s never satisfied until all the fungus be found

Hey Jo Where you going with that fungus in your hand
There goes Jo there goes Jo
Taking all the the fungus in the land
Hey Jo there goes Jo

I have tired of envisioning a time without trouble
No help that we’re stuck with metaphors like heart feelings abstraction
Sorry about the lack of enjambment
Legs always get stuck at stopsigns
Waiting for them to change
Get up and dance to the dm dm dm bmbm dm dm
Pocka donatad errearsement
You might like an item or a quality I recommend
Carrying the corpse of his daughter and saying howl
I hardly think multiplication is the problem
Logarithms maybe

Nature just does its naturey magnificent thing
And the accomplishments of genus homo seem paltry
One does stand above however
Communicative reason
And yet people continue to blend hate and desire
Violence and love
Oh well, that’s just a bunch of pretending to know what you don’t know
Like what will pay off in the end
Or that you can control conditions
Ultimate superstition the pathetic fallacy
Camouflage for a taste for pain
When there are so many other tastes to sample
For consensual sex for example
Or learning from children
I’m 611 in guru years I’ll be 612 in October
So I’ve seen the meretricious incitements
But you seek pleasure elsewhere than in the hurtful
Beethoven, van Gogh, The Ramones
And six hundred eleven others one for every year of my guru-life
Starting with my father
Hero of war, science, poetry, sport, and the arts of private life
And moving on to mother’s laugh
I almost wrote mom
Who’s mom she’d intone
And next my lifelong lover
She who says yes at the right time
At three o’clock in the morning and I’m singing my song for you
Say yes now and I’ll shut up
And I wish to keep all those selfish thoughtless people away from you
And my other friend who taught me what a person is

And then I return to that other truth
So often blamed on inert physics
But is really a deliberate attainment of many maybe even most
A commitment to unreason justified as belief
As if your believing it makes it true
Or that the highest and only attainment depends upon my believing
I can’t concern myself with pasterns or return merchandise statements
I oscillate between confusion and ennui
More ennui really for there are resources for confusion
Ennui is as frustrating as confusion
But it’s not like you don’t know what up
So you resort to things of beauty
And you try to transmute your feelings into a thing of beauty
But I suffer a thousand annoying maladies
And most of the time the very trying
Obstructs a full achievement
And to ask what’s full is a copout if you’ve ever had a good time
Which I endeavor to do as often as possible

Sing a song I heard you cry
I sing a song I heard you cry
Wounded me to dying to hear you cry
Ain’t no use to seeing ‘em cry
I ain’t going to fling no tears
Out on the dusty ground
Viva happiness Viva
Not something that happens one morning
Kinda sneaks up on you
You gotta have virtue and know-how mostly virtue
But you really can’t do without know-how either
But knowledge is always limited
While virtue being simple never ends
But what exhilaration what spice in complexity
Such as contradictory advice
Or how such a slow movement after such a fast one
Kinda like you meant it
But that’s the trick
Hide the seams make it look effortless
Hoodwink the crowd with humility
No credit to me
But don’t suppose that there’s one truth for the rubes
And another for the cognoscenti

The artist has two convergent responsibilities
Personal and cultural expression
See the flowers the moon the triangles the misty forlorn rooftops
Pare the pickle Weezy I’ll have another bassoon solo
There is a logic to buffoonery as there is for melodrama
The human capacity for self-deception that ricochets off other people
One thing I do know something about is fucking up
And the tricky task of recreating it er them in material intelligible form
But ah the achieve of the mastery of the thing
When it happens
When somebody makes it happen or allows it to happen or gets it to happen
As it has about a jillion times
How do you account for the effect of a voice rising an octave
Or any great interval
Or the friction of pose and suppose
Or a painting of a brushstroke
Or of a wheatfield with crows
Or of a group of people maybe family members
And maybe they’re having troubles
For there is no time without troubles so far as I can see
Which isn’t far
So since troubles are already there don’t add to them
The modernists scorn the didactic
So I guess I’m a damned decadent post-modern
But people were damned and decadent a long time before the modernists
And there were moderns long ago

Distorted mental states and pathological discourses alike
Would be reprehensible if one knew how to recognize them
Much less prevent them
So if the river was whiskey and I was a diving duck
Well I would dive to the bottom
Then would I come up
It’s bad enough to have a false belief
But to act upon it to the harm of another
Nope
I got so many troubles I don’t know who I am
I feel that jumping on me and out of me
Some people say them oh these blues ain’t bad
Well they are
Worst damn feeling I most ever had
The blues is a part of a philosophy of life
As big a part at your pleasure
If it takes rubbery devil masks
Or unh hit it on the one

Talking ‘bout DK’s faves
DK he like good music
He like to have a drink
He like to have a good time
Every chance he get
The machines grow like a hedge
I used to get from here to there
You can’t tell me those possessions don’t hem you in
But I’m hacking on my telecaster
Note the lower case it’s a variety not a brand
Even so an idiom or an accustomed variant sexual position
Bridges rivers and copilots
Put back on your headphones Charlie
I said what I have to say
But I’m glad you turned me on to this groovy tune
Now’s the time for headphones
That cost seven dollars
Living cheap but good
Cook for yourself roll a fatty

I want you to know
What makes me think I know so much
I don’t know art but I know what I like
And I like a lot
Blow your horn
Meanwhile back at the chicken shack
An organ and a lesley and a guitar and an amp and a PA
Pour some liquor on the floor and dance in it
Honor the dead with a monstrous party
Drown your sorrows in insensibility
In the right light my bod’s Herculean
What’s the opposite of irony
Straight-on-ity
So yeah when remembering the dead drink heavily
Shine on the one that said goodbye
And enjoy the living
Live a little
Take it as it comes roll with the punches
And again with the red rubber mask
Provision yourself for the long haul
With skill and competence
But make it through every moment with virtue