Digitally produced from Pankau art

“Their Eyes Were Watching God”

 "When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another."  Zora Neale Hurston.

My holiday poem:  

#Xmas in Tinseltown

You must be as sick of it as I am

Talk about suicide or pancreatic cancer

Sure children die but must we dwell on it

And those crucifix’s everywhere...

Can’t this all wait till after the holidays

#idolatry#selfpity  

If we’re going to invent them

Why not make kind and yielding gods

Eager to fix what we break and then

Tuck away nicely into our fanny-packs

#personalaccessories

Superheroes are what we really want

Not grim anchorites sworn to silence

Invisibility is not much of a super-power

If you leave bloody tracks everywhere

#houndofheaven

Isn’t it time for fresh gods who aren’t bound

To old books and sunday mornings

Free-market gods tested by focus groups

Crowd sourced customized and tweetable  

#kickstarter#grouponforJesus

Branded deities that can compete on wall street

Survive the blood-sport of the trading floor

No more public subsidies for gods

Who can’t hack it in the real world

#renderingtoco-dependency  

Where fortunes are made amusing ourselves

With plots of planetary annihilation

Mega-industries inventing fantastic scenarios

Of extinction and doom

#Dionysian-Dithyrambs

Monstrous molecules invading our blood-stream

The dead risen and walking among us

Falling stars pulverizing capital cities 

Computer singularities conquering the noosphere

#blooduptohorsesstirrupsatmegiddo

Our new gods won’t require faith

Only the willing suspension of dis-belief

Children will still die but

Who will bother to ask why?

#IvanKaramozov

No need to rub-out the old gods

Look how wounded and pitiful they are

Leave them for the sick and useless

Let them all wither away together 

#plannedobsolescence

Let’s re-create paradise ourselves

Temples without sacrifice or virginity

Hyper-linked fractal liturgies

Bloodless virtual bodies

The stars, look to the stars

#Portfoliosofsouls 

Obliged and blessed holidays.