"...just so"

Well once upon a time.

I dreamed. In this dream I was a kid in a huge tribe of kids. We were ragged fast smart keen to get over. We were survivors.

The Dream happens on a war ruined world. We roamed tumbled down cities. In dreams you have friends who when waking vanish from memory. Only to be waiting for you when you sleep again.

This dream was just so. I loved my tribe. We hunted sang slept together shared danger, and love. Who could ask for more?

A Mystery.

There were mysteries in this dream world.

I remember a bunch of us sitting on a pile of bricks looking up, and watching huge airships. Great floating cities. They were silent as they glided by.

Silent, but burning. They sailed over us one after another like brightly burning clouds. Burning. Not consumed. A mystery.

Dragons.

We were so often chased by great dragons. ...not of one them smiling!

We could fly.

We flew from street to tree to window to roof.

This dream so real. I could feel the rush of cold air the whistle of wind in my ears.

All the while being chased,...by Dragons.

The dream morphed.

I leaped landed in a tree house. War world gone. I was on a world of trees. Like America before civilization ate it or Endor before the prequels.

A great pale ringed moon was rising on the horizon.

'But this is another story for another time.

 

 

"...what dreams may come"

The Moon above the 309th day of this Pandemic. It's 309 days,...best I figure, since the NYC lockdown order. Speaking of comedy. I attempted to watch a parody of a 2020 year end roundup on Netflix.

No,...just no.

It's too soon by a decade to make fun of this past year. The fuck were they thinking? There was nothing funny at any point in this hellish experience. Murderous self-inflicted tragedies gross ironies vindictive irrational governmental behaviors.

However not much that was funny.

Speaking of dreams. I just had one. Many like this these days. As I've been messaged you're having them too. Here's my latest:

I'm a pallbearer,...great start. I'm with folks hauling a coffin about. Were wandering places I know,...this don't look good.  The deceased is someone close. Perhaps closer than I'd want as we go to places from my life.

I morph as one does to an alcove in the deep of night. Cold rain sleet. I'm sitting homeless cold. Then walking. This place empty a deserted city. One of the sharp memories of my homeless year was being wet cold alone, and walking the nights. 

All the while I'm composing.

Composing an opera. This while processing the streets with the dead, and  while freezing in the rain. Memories the place where dreams come from. I don't remember notation, but in my dream state I did.

A mystery.

Years ago I helped to care give for an elder aunt that lived with dementia. All that she was had left. Those portions of her brain the held her soul had vanished. This is the cruelty of that condition.

However sometimes for moment minutes, and even parts of days she'd return to us. A mystery. If memories are not held in the brain,...then where? A mystery, and a wonderful one.

Another day. Face it with courage humor, and kindness.

 

"...queen"

As a child some of my Caribbean family

used to stand to watch the Queen's message on TV.

They were all citizens of the Commonwealth. 

She was/is their Queen.

I'd watch confused being little.

I thought it was coming from Washington. 

I imagined she was like the president. 

I also at the time was certain I could fly.

I think these were related.

 

"...genocides"

This is an email I posted to a pal on his informing me of the passing of a certain Black theologian. This being James Cone the founder of the Black Liberation Theology Movement. They believed that Jesus...yeah that Jesus had a personal connection with Black Americans.

Specifically us. As opposed to say starving butched Blacks in Somalia or similarly afflicted Kurds or the endless list of the others behind barbed wire. Google him.

My gleeful rants begins:

Gawd in this case taking the form of a certain alleged carpenter.

That, and inadvertent founder of a consistently genocidal organization.
This questionable person was unlikely to have been a sub Saharan African...could have been. Just likely wasn't.

His passport image was far more likely to have resembled Anwar Sadat than James Baldwin or Harry Truman.
Further if there are deities they'd I'd imagine have the taste not to be involved in our ethnic tribal affairs.
Gawds seem to prefer to commit genocide on their own for their own reasons.

All this is not to say that the former human in question wasn't a nice guy with helpful intentions.
Being somewhat Black myself I'm more than aware of the attraction to be involved in certain movements.
Even to start one. As our late hero did. I myself in my demented youth considered such.
Mine however involved certain misunderstood sexual pastimes. Long story.

Being unwanted in the society you have to live in gives rise to certain obsessions.
In the case of our late prophet he thought gawd was on his side.

So did assorted notables through the ages. Hitler comes to mind.
That very phrase, "...GOTT MIT UNS", was on the belt buckle of his armies.
It was the last thing the children they raped, and or murdered saw.

In fact the gawds if such there be aren't interested.
Neither kind gentleness as in the case before us nor murderous hysteria in the behaviors of say Pol Pot.
These do not matter to gawds. It's just the annoying shit mortal always do.

Which is to say we are free to murder as we please even unto the destruction of the very earth.
That, and whatever worlds have the profound misfortune to gain our interest.

Merry Christmas.

 

"...joke"

Satan allowed us to make this civilization.

He was feeling generous in a demonic way that afternoon. So we eventually sent our robots to see that the whole Solar System, and by extension the whole fucking universe is an airless lifeless pile of rocks, and dust. This was Satan's practical joke on us.

He told Adam, "Sure I'll let you build great towers, and go to the stars. Yeah it's swell out there,...keep dreaming it, and you'll make it." ...Well we did.

Satan laughs.