Rage, rage against the coming of the night. And have another pint or two.
On Thu, May 12, 2016 at 9:58 AM, Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@xxxxxxxxx>
So. OK, then, so I grow old, my toenails harbor molds, I reach for the
peach that I bit into just a moment ago. No peach is there. Where then?
I don't know And so it goes. But before I go, I leave y'all all with a
word of caution: Be ye Lister or be ye Listee watch out for those who have
not borne the burden of words and know their terrible weight. Words are
our only way with the world. Remember when God stepped out of his Cadillac
car, looked around, lit a big cigar, put a golden hat on his silver head,
nodded and forty million fellowmen fell dead. Do you remember watching
from the curbside, you and I? God said nothing, apparently still not
appeased. But we cracked up, shouted preacher- loud: "Sic transit gloria
mundi!" The sound of it absolved us all. "Gaude, gaude, Emmanuel nascetur
pro te Israel." You sang as if it were a love song, You, atheist you,
singing Love psalm-songs to God. Ah, the language of the Latins. So liquid,
so lovely, let me bathe in it -- God's own language. Laudate Deum, omnes
gentes. Laudate eum omnes populi. Sing it, Baby!! Sing it. Sure it's
hard to make any sense of life. Then sing all the louder, my Bro, and my
Sister too -- all the more reason to immerse the world in words. Make a
song of it. Just kick back and let the Latin loose, luxuriate in the
vowels and all the liquid, sonorous sounds . O how I love the Latin. It is
God's own language, you know. Yes, yes, I know that Christ spoke Aramaic,
but only as a sop to His dumb-ass countrymen, He always thought in Latin as
attested to by the uh..hmm..by the Council of Latium, yeah that's the one.
Lay the Latin on me, baby Let me immerse myself in the sounds of God's own
mind. Let me loll in the Latin vowels, sing the sonorous sounds, the
serious and the groovy, too. Latin is the Lingo of heaven. But this here
and this now is our world to word-weaved. Slip me some words and let's
have at it.
Be back at you in a few months. Be cool. Raise hell. Kiss Existence
wherever she will let you. ---- Mike Geary-like