The Good Crop




American Gothic

The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth — it is the truth which conceals that there is none.The simulacrum is true.=Ecclesiastes, from Baudrillard's The Precession of the Simulacra.

Accidents are essential to nature. Someone, somewhere said that I'm sure. It would make sense you know for people to happen into their accidents a little too late. - Lady Jane Thomas to Lanny Muss

It used to be the sky
and vast dominion meant
this crop next,
fill it up or erase it.
All the water in
the far off sea was clean-under
and outrageously deep,
freshening the edges
of such flat places.
Once upon a time mom and dad
could fill a car for the weekend
with gum and wrappers
as children fell
asleep in the corners,
jarred and blinking in the glow
of good intentions.
There was no where to run,
no real need to
with plenty of jargon to fill the time.
Nothing needed to be done about
the same old secrets:
engine on, engine off.
Easy does it and upsy daisy
in the rigamarole, we kept
the getty-up and go
in the thingamajig under the hood.
Time doesn't pass
in these juke boxes anymore,
there's more fidget in a pesky market
than on the streets
where everyone used to ride

look no hands

by the seat of the pants
all torn and socks full of thorns.
The weeds mattered more
...than the sanctions
when girls got up slow,
boys grew up thin.
Way back when a window was
mostly pegs and putty
instead of glide and shine
no one minded a crack.
No one bothered to count the missing bits
of paint or the patches on a pair,
it was expected.

We could stitch-up
the universe with a thread,
..that is how strong we were
to organize the world
with a rake and we sure did.

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What The Thunder said:

[13.11] For his sake there are angels following one another, before him and behind him, who guard him by Allah's commandment; surely Allah does not change the condition of a people until they change their own condition; and when Allah intends evil to a people, there is no averting it, and besides Him they have no protector.

Sermon 5, The Peak of Eloquence:

(Delivered when the Holy Prophet died and `Abbas ibn `Abd al-Muttalib and Abu Sufyan ibn Harb offered to pay allegiance to Amir al-mu'minin for the Caliphate.)

O' People! Steer clear through the waves of mischief by boats of deliverance, turn away from the path of dissension and put off the crowns of pride. Prosperous is one who rises with wings (i.e. when he has power) or else he remains peaceful and others enjoy ease. It (i.e. the aspiration for Caliphate) is like turbid water or like a morsel that would suffocate the person who swallows it. One who plucks fruits before ripening is like one who cultivated in another's field.

If I speak out they would call me greedy towards power but if I keep quiet they would say I was afraid of death. It is a pity that after all the ups and downs (I have been through). By Allah the son of Abu Talib (2) is more familiar with death than an infant with the breast of its mother. I have hidden knowledge, if I disclose it you will start trembling like ropes in deep wells.