Genesis 1

I.

In the beginning: Creation. The black cave of the night enclosed us, and vague shadows, a dream of clouds, loomed. Goodness loomed and caressed the wet abyss.

Good willed the Light! Our eyes were open to the pearl of dawn which shone and mirrored Good. Black and White, Day and Night, the dawn of discernment, the very First Day.

The rift was wide and would be wider so Goodness reached away to make the Sky. A sky to split the liquid source. The Seas below and those above, the Seas of Space, the outer reaches, Heaven. A Second Day for us to fathom Heaven.

Then Goodness split the watery mass and out came land, land called Earth as separate from the Seas. And it was Good. Seeds sprouted grass and trees bore fruit. A legacy of plant life flourished. And yes, and yes, and yes, it was Good. Day Three.

"Let us plant the sky with lights, with signs that sparkle and mark the march of time." So the light of day, the Sun, was placed, as was that of night, the Moon and then so many, many stars, into the far-flung Sky. The Sun will guide the day and Moon the night and they will mark the divide of dark and light. Goodness in the Fourth Day.

Creatures of the seas - watery beasts and winged fowl that fly into the sky - these were allowed to breathe and be upon the waters and vapors of the earth, created and counseled to breed, bring forth their kinds to populate the Earth. Again, it was Good. The Fifth Day.

On the next day all the creatures of the land were formed. Cattle and creeping creatures that would live upon the soil, sucking up the grass and seed. Oh, it was Good.

Then Goodness sought to mold an image of itself, its kind - one to guide the fish, the birds, the cattle of the Earth. And so they were created - lad and lass, in Good's image blessed to foster fruit and spread their seed throughout the land, told to guide the beasts on land and sea and in the air, told to lead and fill the Earth with Life.

The lad and lass were shown what they would eat - leaves and seeds and grains and roots and fruit. This food was both for them and for the fish and lark and cow. The food was good, creation good, it all was Good. The Sixth Day.  

2020 Part 1

This sun, this dying crown of blood and blue
White skies with crows and jays all flying
to and fro, so tired, fro and to,
And all this low-fi screaming to and fro
these screens so black and green and
so rainbow, sometimes still
they make us black and blue.

No peace. A confederacy of custards,
crapping in the sun, faith in dooming seethe,
wielding a lost sword in a parade.

Other days there's doxxing in the dark,
dreaming of the days gone by on horseback
bronze beneath the sun, stiff and free.
Stiff as you can get on a pedestal.
Petting your mouse.
Stroking your trackpad.
Jerking your joystick.
Denying you're aroused.

Meanwhile on the mall the other mice
swarm. From the crevices of every
cave and catcalling cell these kids
come crawling and crying crazy crazy
crazy shit. No wonder we're done saying no.
No wonder we're done not saying no.
No wonder we're dying.
No wonder we're not done dying.
Either way who knows anymore.
You know who'd get it?
Simone de Beauvoir.

I'm still so sorry for the
puppies beneath the sun
screaming bug-eyed vendetta
fun screeching cat-claw skyward
peeling back the sun
Tumbling, troubling
peeling back the history
trembling, doubling
the herstory, the new story.
It's here. It's queer.
It's praying for robots, for the aliens, for cows.
It's nearer than ever before.
WE ARE NOT MEN.
We are not women either.

I am nothing, I am everything.

Self-care swords and ticky-tocky whacks
Tweeting a demented tune
cuz we don't have no faith in "facts"
Pronoun shields and me-too spatters,
seeking, ever seething seeking

an identity that matters.

Tripinatelly Pompound

It's past one in the morning.

Finland in my Blood

I took the DNA blood tests. True blue European-American, me. The only rogue trace of anything interesting is that I apparently do have Finnish ancestry. There are confused traces of other stuff like "Iberian" and "Caucasian" but they would be quite far back and apparently those are areas of "low confidence. One test said I have trace South Asian, which I fancy is some Gypsy-Roma ancestor. My mom (adoptive mom, so we're not related by blood) has a Yakut ancestor! It must have been someone on her mother's Jewish side who was sent to Siberia and ended up shacking up with a Yakut!  In any case, that's the deal. I saw a lot of Aki Kaurismaki movies a few years ago and I want to see more. Here is a silly parody reel from several of his. Can you see the appeal? :^\

Since I got fired from my old job (not just me, all the site IT folks) I tried some other stuff and now I'm in a program to teach English. I have a paper due tomorrow. I'm procrastinating. This is boring. I am going to hand in someone substandard but I don't care too much. I should just cut my losses, print and go to sleep. I want to start anew again. The next full moon...

Drought

Trees have died. Trees I saw every day, who seemed just fine and then this long, long drought just wiped them out. 

It's not like I didn't try. I did and so did Art, and so we watered when we could and yet they died. 

A few are just sad carcasses standing there. Grey skeletons scraping the sky with fright-armed branches. Of special sad note is that camellia, the last one left in the front. Those glossy green leaves are gone. Now they're hard and brown and curled-in tight. Halloween is past and it's no longer seasonal, just sad. Like the spider webs and dust and sand.