Sunday, December 25, 2005

A Virtual Cathedral.

A huge groined ceiling of stained glass...the light of the thing its all about makes its never ending statement about all that can be understood about it by being the same thing over and over again while changing through every color it touches

Hallelujah....

Old guys with long beards get really complicated because sex left them in the cheap seats

Hallelujah...

Young kids who don't even know what that is don't care...

Hallelujah...


Three wise men and a bunch of bit players without speaking parts did or did not show up in Bethlehem; hereafter to be called The House of Bread and did or did not pay homage to a child born of a virgin or a non virgin and the reality of whether it was or is... or did or didn't do...had no effect on the beauty of the thing.... it did leaven.

Poets

artists

dreamers

and mathematicians


Hallelujah...

Everlasting glory and blessings that cannot be counted poured down upon the population and even the hot blasting sound of killer aircraft and Versace designed suicide vests splatter-casting the mall with body parts and broken i-pods could not kill the music in the human heart.

Hallelujah....


Madmen killled and tortured hundreds of millions...entire worlds were enslaved...mighty kings from Africa crossed the oceans in chains and sang our salvation from beneath the whips of the devil...

Double fucking Hallelujah....

Those unthanked or often even remembered made Small Pox and her backup band get down on their knees before a dark glory hole and taught the universe the meaning of dwarf stars...

Hallelujah...


Don't tell me Hark the Hearald Angels can't sing.

Planets in merciless precision rubbed up against each other and made the music of the spheres. Cassiopeia took off her clothes and the world disappeared...nothing could kill it. Down in the dirtiest muck of the Deadwood version too ugly to film arose a light that could not be extinguished.

It broadcast itself before there were eyes to see and it endured and nothing could dim it.

Hallelujah....

Every twisting enemy masquerading in the genomes did no more than make us love more. Hatreds past remembering their cause could not take away the hope. Real life situations worse than all the books written about them just made us try harder.

Even in the darkest false light of bad neon we found the time to wonder. Somebody wondered...somebody wrote it down and somebody reached out for it. I read it and you read it and I reached out and you reached out sometime....once long ago ...and it tattooed itself all around the kingdom throne forever. Cherubs climbed in and out of Eschers head as the deco work made everlasting beauty of the stage upon which it was performed...

Men and women burned. The stark evidence of our treachery was unmasked over and over and still comes back to haunt us today....but not forever...

Giordano Bruno, my beloved friend...

Hallelujah...


Copernicus....


Hallelujah...

Nelson Mandela

Hallelujah...

Mahatma Gandhi...Martin Luther King

Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

and especially everyone unnamed...most especially every anonymous hero in every moment of crisis when there was no soundtrack and no grips...


multi-double fucking hallelujah

up out of the coarse and twisted mix

up!!!

always.... up

So.... you ask me if there was a Jesus?

So you ask me if there IS a Christ?

I tell you that the legends and the trick lighting are just the Hollywood we put between us and the things we love and it don't matter.....

I have seen the dignity and the courage rise over and over and over again.

So you tell me....where does it come from?

Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


and


bring it on.....


and


Merry Christmas.

16 comments:

Les Visible said...

I forgot to mention...this is in memory of Pat Tillman a real American hero

Les Visible said...

God bless him.

Anonymous said...

Excuse my French. That is fucking spectacular. This is a new height. Nothing human could have written this. You have made my Christmas. I am weeping and afraid to go out and greet my family and I will have to wait a moment. Thank you. You are a prince...especially about Pat Tillman.

Erin

Anonymous said...

It is part of the mystery of the season that I checked in when I did. You must have just put this up. I am sending this out to everyone I know.

Erin

really, God double-fucking bless you.

Anonymous said...

merry christmass les and fuck the happy holidays bullshit they try to cram down our throats h

Anonymous said...

You are a Michaelangelo of words! I felt every line of that. And that you dedicated it to Pat Tillman. That is truly awesome. Thank you Michael Rivero for linking this.

Elliot Parker
London

Anonymous said...

Holy shit! and I do mean holy.

You are incredible.

Anonymous said...

There is no fucking God. Put that in your peace pipe asshole.

Anonymous said...

God is great. I know he shines in you. I'm just a farmer from Missouri, just like my dad. My wife is gone and my kids are gone. I sit on my porch a lot and I think about things. I'm not ashamed of my life. I always tried to do the right thing. I saw this this morning and I cried. This is truth.

You know life ain't easy. I was spared most of the hardships. My little family farm is actually a success and I'm not poor. I wish my wife had been by my side to read this today, to share it with me. I admire Pat Tillman more than just about anyone. He showed a courage I haven't seen in a long time. He sacrificed everything only to be killed by his own men and I doubt what happened is the truth.

Thank you.

Anonymous said...

I think God is a fantasy but this rocks.

Anonymous said...

this may be the most beautiful thing I have ever read.

jc said...

Les,

awesome.

peace.

thx WRH for the link

Joanna Terpstra said...

Interesting....

Anonymous said...

Out of sight. Good work my friend. Thanks.

Brisco said...

That's more than I can take but it's what we all need. Thanks.

tmcfall said...

Wow, I missed this one while I was strolling through the archives. Thank You for bringing back!! Goose bumps!
Tom in Tempe Arizona