Life lived quietly

"The best of life is life lived quietly,
where nothing happens
but our calm journey through the day,
where change is imperceptible
and the precious life is everything."

John Mc Gahern

Dirt In The Ground

"Dirt In The Ground"

What does it matter, a dream of love
Or a dream of lies
We're all gonna be in the same place
When we die
Your spirit don't leave knowing
Your face or your name
And the wind through your bones
Is all that remains
And we're all gonna be
We're all gonna be
Just dirt in the ground

The quill from a buzzard
The blood writes the word
I want to know am I the sky
Or a bird
'Cause hell is boiling over
And heaven is full
We're chained to the world
And we all gotta pull
And we're all gonna be
Just dirt in the ground

Now the killer was smiling
With nerves made of stone
He climbed the stairs
And the gallows groaned
And the people's hearts were pounding
They were throbbing, they were red
As he swung out over the crowd
I heard the hangman said
We're all gonna be
Just dirt in the ground

Now Cain slew Abel
He killed him with a stone
The sky cracked open
And the thunder groaned
Along a river of flesh
Can these dry bones live?
Ask a king or a beggar
And the answer they'll give
Is we're all gonna be
Yea yeah
We're all gonna be just
Dirt in the ground

Misery is the River of the World

"Misery Is The River Of The World"


The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'til he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
'round the thrunk of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me

If there's one thing you can say
About Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again

Misery's the River of the World
Misery's the River of the World
Misery's the River of the World

The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'till he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

God tempers all the ruins for the new shorn lands
The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me

If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again

For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
A knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost

And misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!
Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!
Everybody row! Everybody row!

Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!
Everybody row! Everybody row!
Everybody row!

Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!
Everybody row!

What Keeps Mankind Alive

You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins
Should first sort out the basic food position
Then start your preaching, that's where it begins

You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
Should learn, for once, the way the world is run
However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell
Food is the first thing, morals follow on

So first make sure that those who are now starving
Get proper helpings when we all start carving
What keeps mankind alive?

What keeps mankind alive?
The fact that millions are daily tortured
Stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed
Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance
In keeping its humanity repressed
And for once you must try not to shriek the facts
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts

Busy for the Bees

Sitting in the sun
and looking  appletreewards
it buds and blossoms.

Une quan­ti­té né­g­li­gea­b­le

D'evidence, le droit international est une quan­ti­té né­g­li­gea­b­le.

Cherry Blossom

Early this year.

First Footprint

Grandson's first footprint
after he stepped into the world
at 3:28.

Difference

There are idiots
in Ankara, Moscow, Washington
and ... ...,
and there are daffodil and tulips
in Seanhenge.

Spring

Thus it began, February 26th.

Thus it went on, March 3rd.

One day later the first bombus terrestris
or large earth bumble bee / buff-tailed bumble bee
crawled around.

The same happened with the yellow crocus.
February 26nd.

 

March 4th.
(different bumble bee, though)

 

Thanks for being, Jams

Time flies.
There has happened so much within the past four years.
On this planet.
In my life.
And no detail, no episode I could share with The Poor Mouth.
Today, four years ago my friend Jams died.

There's nothing to add to what I wrote seven days later, on the day he could have celebrated his 50th birthday: 

Thanks for being, Jams.

Last prenatal working-day

Today was grandson's
last prenatal working-day.
Reading "The Stranger".

... or: Eight Songs for Mad Presidents

 
Peter Maxwell Davies (8 September 1934 – 14 March 2016) 

Eight Songs For a Mad King