morningambassador’s posthaven

Middle of the night, and the rain comes plopping heavily down
One after the other it comes in bumblebee-sized drops,
Clearly concerned with quantity (as well as Quantity).
The tidal river bank and water table absorb and fill.
So far, each storm seems to stop and not spill.
Good fortunes to all, and to each a good night!

I have no business posting in the middle of the night.
Living dangerously without a glimmer in sight...
I reach for my muse, who sleeps sweetly and cares not.
I'm tired too, so I can understand the off-duty sign
Shimmering gently above head and bed.

I'll close the door and come back down the hall...
Haven't fooled the cats at all.
They want up; they want free. What about nocturnal
Don't you suss out, oh too-tall human be?

I'm barely here.
I'm hardly there.
I'm never ever on the stair.

I don't know where myself has gone,
Nor where and when
We'll meet again

Upon some distant shore.

The drowning comes before the reaching out
For air that's clear, working to end the drought

I don't miss it at all, the sensory night storm parade.
The time is now to get grounded in the day.

Two things flashed together in my mind:
The recently noted segment of "The Mighty Boosh," w/
Noel Fielding as 'Vince Noir' calling Mick Jagger
A "monkey genius."

And...

The theme of "Gimme Shelter."

After a very short contemplation, without
Knowing what Fielding had in mind..
I would think that a monkey genius would
Be especially good at sounding alarms...

Such a valuable trait for the survival of the species
Highly prized, one would think...
But you can't know simply by looking at human beings.
After all...

Rolling Stones:

"A storm is threatening my very life today.
Gimme, gimme shelter...
Or, I'm going to fade away."

...Dylan's "Shelter from the Storm"

"I was in another lifetime,
One of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue
And the road was full of mud.
I came in from the wilderness;
A creature void of form,
"Come in," she said.
"I'll give you shelter from the storm.""

What is 'she?' Another monkey genius or
Another animal altogether?

What is shelter for monkey geniuses?
What is shelter for us...
Waking the dreamer
Alerting the collective
Even though 'we' seem to have unplugged
From it completely.

Monkey geniuses only carry the ball thus far.
Who's got to take it the rest of the way?
As far as the way home...
Well, no one can do that for me, now can they?
Help, though, yes indeed.

I know there's another line that goes right here, but...

There are ten seconds of a commercial up front
Of each clip.
That's all. I find it worth it, but I honestly
Don't know whether a person can enjoy this as
Much without knowing and loving the characters
From the repertory series, "The Mighty Boosh," a BBC show currently Visible in the states on Cartoon Network's 'Adult Swim'

I'm glad it'll be posted up so that you can see
A few of my favorite sweet moments from the season 1 & ep1 from s2.
Not entirely altruistic, I must admit.

I'm awake before 4am this morning.
Comparing impressions of Mick Jagger.
Something is seriously off kilter and out of whack.
Having fun repeating silly timeworn phrases like those two.

And the ones used to describe Mr. Jagger over the years.
I like Vince Noir's best: "He's a monkey genius."
I wish the Brits could hear themselves speak.
They must be immune by now to its
Absolute adorableness.

Perhaps Postscript Girl will dig up the seconds of
Noir's and Jagger's stylings.
So you two can set your alarm for 3:50am some a.m.
(yes, I know it's a simulation, okay? Please
Keep writing and phoning in about it!)
and compare for yourself.

You never know with Postscript Girl.

The day I learned the word, 'anglophile,' was one
Of those times in life where I realized there are others
Out there like some part of myself.

Hopefully, you'll find some morsel of something
Nutritious in these  few clips of one of my favorite
New toys... a teevee show made just for me.  ;)

-First is from the beginning episode of season two.
-The next one is from a pipe tune I cannot
Now extract from my brain - an earworm as with
Any Night Gallery episode or other horror show.
-And thirdly, from the first season, episode four.

It has been many, many a moon since I've written.
The longer it takes me to put down that first shoe step,
The longer by far it takes to get anything written.

Resorting to the roots, I'll go with a video of
Charlotte Gainsbourg and Beck...
Lots of images and meaning to wade through...
I just let it hit me like a no-clue-it-was-coming
Swell of a wave...

I'll try again tomorrow(s)
I do write - just not remembering where
I can keep it down...  ;)

Lots afoot today in the news...
Too much to attempt to comment on,
But certainly too many coincidences out there
To be sure that's all they were.
Are they ever?

Because that's always so helpful.

A swift kick? Even better!
But not so much in the helping dept. for me,
I've found over time.

A slow kick would be much more motivating...
Especially if it gave me time to escape and
contemplate my existence a bit.

Clearly I haven't done that here..
Yet.
It's been long time no write,
And I'm breaking that streak open a mile wide...
Just so that, hopefully, I can write something
Else, later, better, whatever.

Jackhammer please?
And a scalpel in waiting.

Pretty much speaks for itself,
In just as odd and 'off' a way as I've heard
In real life. Goofy there,
If not so devious and dangerous.

The black and white, reverse silhouette
Is a nice touch...

Lions and tigers and cobras...
Oh my.

Well, I did it again... Posted without 'Full Thought'
If such a thing is even possible?
One can hope. I feel hope fluttering somewhere close.

Okay.
Postscript girl came down from the attic to remind me.
With musical accompaniment too!

So here's the 'train' of thought I had after I made the last post
(and no pun intended, but nice that every word chips in):

Naturally I thought of the song, "Peace Train" by the once-named
Cat Stevens. It's just hard-wired to the concept, I think...
In my brain since early 1970's - playing loftily somewhere in the background.
Therefore it will have pride of place: last.

But then that led to me thinking of another of his songs:
"Oh, Very Young." Our species is 'young,' yes?
That gives us part of our strengths and weaknesses.
From time to time an extraordinary human model
Rises up so vividly so all can see - even if in periphery
And as they struggle - the model and the mortal - all,

...lessons are learned.

And that led me to think of the tougher side of peace -
In U2's song, "Peace on Earth," which broaches the subject
of 'An eye for an eye until all the world is blind.'

But wouldn't it be something to aim for anyway...
For the people who have had their eyes and hearts
Removed and their whole lives quaking.
While vengeance must tempt the membrane;
Isn't peace desired by most people we know?

And so, I add that song as well.

Why does the idea of Peace seem so counter-intuitive?
The thing I thought of first was "The Time Machine,"
Where the people living on the surface
Were peaceful lambs who did nothing for themselves.

Kind of ruins the image, as have so many other
Authors and commentators of civilizations.

I think that often the key missing ingredient is: >

All must strive to be at peace within themselves before attempting...

To bring it about on the outside... >

Failing that, a balanced hand-in-hand approach? >

What that leads me to think is that it's either:
1) a deeply inbred knowledge that violence IS - and will always be -
part of the equation
or 2) we are getting signals from a more primitive part of our brain
than the human part and its potentialities...
or 3) something else I haven't considered.

Which would be a good thing, remembered by all -
Anyone can forget a piece of the puzzle at any time.
So certainty needs balance as well as any other thing
In this world we share.

Just as every day might be called Mother's Day,
Father's Day, Sister's Day, Brother's...
But there's one that's special to remind us.

Each day ultimately could be said to emanate
From that place where the Center does hold
And Peace rises, dissolving into itself as
It rises again.

I would very much like to see this film..
The trailer, above,
Stirred something in me.
Really glad I took the time to watch it.

As I don't think I ever really knew
This concept of "Today is 'Peace Day,'"
Except as it arbitrarily shows up here and there
Throughout history - where a reason is acknowledged by all:

One Christmas in the trenches of WWI,
For example.... or the time I broke through my
Impulsive anger and hugged the projection screen -
Wait - it's a person; now we smile and hug each other;
Storm passed.

So many times, so many lives, so many examples.

Ah well, always good to hear about efforts in this
Direction as someday soon they just may knit together.

The peacemakers in overwhelming numbers
Infect the population with their avid intention
And commitment to moving forward on a number
Of important challenges to our species.

Why not?
Yeah, I've heard that argument before too...
But it just doesn't wash with me anymore.
Maybe when the cynics' voices grow tired from so much
Overuse, even we will be able to hear the drone for what it is....
A mosquito we'd rather not have to harm.

It will be time to get over it, advance to the next
Level on the way toward the maturity of humanity.

Peace: Not just a video game anymore!

"Autumn colors, New Hampshire" by Jules Cowan

A bit of an existentially aware morning, this one.
Sitting here by the windows, looking out at all the greenery,
I realize that the reason I feel such distress is that
Most of my identity at this moment is tied up in the leaf.

What happens to the leaves happens to 'me.'
And in this erev-Autumn day, where the leaves are
Pulling their sugars, photosynthesizing cells, & amino acids
Together for one last amazing display before falling
Down to nourish what remains of trunk, branches, sap, root

I, too, feel that "Gathering up" for
The Fall of myself,
In some way I have not yet understood.