Hierophanies for Goblins

by Holistic Wellness

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Recorded October-December 2015 in Moscow, ID and Pullman, WA

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released December 15, 2015

Photo credit: Sheila Fitzgerald

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Track Name: Hierophanies for Goblins
Grew weary of speaking in universals
Couldn't finish my work when
selection of the perfect phrase took eons
Attached my business card
with sixty peerage titles in half-point font
With unlimited time and infinite resources
I could manage the waste of these importuned forces
Grew weary of abattoirs and people behind bars
And too many laws and not enough peace
and this side that side can't side me
The engine room of the world laid bare
with its kyriarchal trappings everywhere
A coal trimmer's shoulders, the seat behind the throne,
the misdirection painstakingly honed
Grew anxious at having to choose
between a set of contending opinions
If right mind exists then
can someone who knows only filth be truly wrong
After mining the first asteroid
for nuclear stewardship deterrents deployed
We're never going to make it to Kardashev I
while we perceive other beings as less than ourselves
Grew anxious as I lay,
contemplating things on my list today
But time enough to sit, take care of myself,
send love to the haters who wish me ill
Flatulent bovines chew their cud
while beachfront basements fill with mud
Without that mud, the lotus can't grow
and without the lotus no jewel to bestow
Grew distant from other humans
It took me too long to realize
that the sum total of my brain is nothing
I can observe interactions
and model quantum particles with tiny transistors
But I'm looking forward to the age
when I can merge my mind with machine intelligence
Grew distant, that's all,
clinging to suffering I recall
A rousing awakening, arousing great doubt,
and who is dragging this corpse about
I think in 50,000 years evolutionary pressure
will make our eyes goddamn enormous
For facile scanning of displays
on a sub-micron level and I'm undismayed
Grew unattached, grew unattached,
grew unattached, grew unattached
Track Name: Cantor Dust of a Slate Handkerchief
When the blade was annealed,
a gorgeous damascene pattern revealed
When the hilt was attached,
my thoughts turned to those who would be dispatched
We can lie here and be really gentle
and vulnerable together
Each digit folds into the next
a slow-moving apocalypse of geometry and sex
When the soldier calls home,
his mother's memories route through his cologne
When the soldier's called up,
my thoughts turn to those who've met ends abrupt
We can lie here and be really gentle
and vulnerable together
Each digit folds into the next
the Cantor dust of a slate handkerchief
When the furnace was stoked,
we studied the chaos evoked
When the furnace was quenched,
we gathered for warmth in suspense
We can lie here and be really gentle
and vulnerable together
Each digit folds into the next
a slow-moving apocalypse of geometry and sex
When the gun was machined,
a cacophonous clash of calamities convened
When the gun's melted down,
a different disaster waxes aground
We can lie here and be really gentle
and vulnerable together
Each digit folds into the next
the Cantor dust of a slate handkerchief
Track Name: Blessed be the Lost and Wicked Children
Blessed be the lost and wicked children
A benediction so that they show themselves the way
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to go outside
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to safely drive
Your skyward eyes fell, said you felt sick
I put my hand on your belly and felt a kick
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to decide
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to reply
Blessed be the lost and wicked children
A meditation for all to wash away
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to be surprised
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to be chastised
Your brow furrowed, teardrop expelled
Dug your nails into my body and said
this isn't ending well
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to go outside
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to safely drive
Blessed be the lost and wicked children
An incantation that they hear inside a dream
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to decide
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to reply
Your panicked call when you realized that I stayed
I found you in a drug store later that day
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to be surprised
I was too high to go to work on time,
I was too high to be chastised
Blessed be the lost and wicked children
Blessed be the lost and wicked children
Blessed be the lost and wicked children
Blessed be they, o blessed be they
Track Name: Joy in Refusal
There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal
Might weeping mudita, stretched out on the easel
There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal
Mighty weeping mudita, splayed out on the table ~
You center yourself, can the impulse be quelled
Magical thinking, introspection impelled
If you love someone, the greatest gift you can give them
Is your presence, you're alive now
And thus, you center yourself, can the impulse be quelled
You're weaving a narrative, your bias upheld
If you truly understand someone you must throw away your
Knowledge at once, you can see, you can see now
And thus, you center yourself, can the impulse be quelled
Summoning a chorus of angels, dominion beheld
And as they begin to surround you, the ghosts, spirits and wraiths and specters, draw them in closer, hold the kernel of your mind closed with inches to spare
And abolish them all, abolish the aid
Abolish the haunting, abolish the thrall
Abolish the precepts, abolish the violence
Abolish the climax, abolish the wall
Until it's as plain as the light of day that your joy is unimportant
You can sit, be alone with your thoughts
And abolish them all, abolish dexterity
Abolish anxiety, abolish jealousy
Abolish differentiation
Abolish permanence, abolish duality
Until it's plain as the light of day that every idea you've ever had
Is a dim, sickly shade of the full spectrum picture
There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal
Might weeping mudita, stretched out on the easel
There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal
Mighty weeping mudita, splayed out on the table