There were always babies at the bus station and they were always crying. And these were not mild complaints. I couldnt understand how the least discomfort could take the form of agony. No other creature was so sensitive. The more I thought about it the clearer it became to me that what I was hearing was rage… The rage of children seemed inexplicable other than as a breach of some deep and innate covenant having to do with how the world should be and wasnt. I understood that their raw exposure to the world was the world. You dont think this is all a bit fanciful? I do think. How would a child know how the world should be? A child would have to be born so. A sense of justice is common to the world. All mammals certainly. A dog knows perfectly well what is fair and what is not. He didnt learn it. He came with it. —from Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy You're gonna wonder why As you wander on your way The unfairness of the world Will make a body rage Don't be scared of words Watch out for stones and sticks You won't get blown away When you build your thoughts with bricks Perpetual injustice Is an insult to the soul Evil is eternal Resistance makes us whole A thousand paths before us So many ways to live It's a wicked wicked world When we forget how to forgive by Richard W. Bray
Archive for November, 2023
The Rage of Life
November 26, 2023Captain Captious
November 18, 2023The fish wasn't fresh The server was late The "hand squeezed juice" Was frozen concentrate The peas were canned It was domestic cheese The Chardonnay was warm And they didn’t let it breathe I’m such a good person. Can’t you see? The world depends on people like me To maintain decorum and decency The movie was dreadful The plot was stale The acting was wooden An absolute fail The mountains were awful The snow was cold It smelled like pine The rocks were old I’m such a good person. Can’t you see? The world depends on people like me To maintain decorum and decency The novel was stuffy A disgrace to the arts The story was filled With boring parts What a hideous house And don't call me a hater Somebody oughta kill The decorator I’m such a good person. Can’t you see? The world depends on people like me To maintain decorum and decency by Richard W. Bray
Dance, Dance, Dance
November 11, 2023Dance, dance, for the figure is easy,
The tune is catching and will not stop;
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters;
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
–W. H. Auden, Death’s Echo
Laughing in the face of evil What else can you do? Hold on real tight To what’s good and close and true You can only forgive What was done to you Everything else Is left to You Know Who The mind makes hell from heaven It makes heaven out of hell Own the space inside your head And keep yourself well A lot of things will happen You don't always have to tell Live your own story It's not a thing to sell Wish everyone the best Play your own part And dance every moment To the song in your heart by Richard W. Bray
Tell Yourself a Story
November 7, 2023I spent a whole lot of years In an imaginary race Learning to ignore What was in front of my face Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Tell yourself a story Every time you don't win I lived a sprawling dream I signed above the line Took a spin around the world With my head in my behind Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Like I never even saw All the places I've been Like a good little soldier I had a happy little life While every nephew and his uncle Took a turn with my wife Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin I wonder if my son Is my next of kin Built myself a mansion Then I tore it all down When your whole life tumbles It barely makes a sound Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Tell yourself a story Every time you don't win Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Tell yourself a story Every time you don't win by Richard W. Bray
hatey hatey heart
November 2, 2023Sometimes life is gonna hurt Attacking others makes it worse It's gonna take a lot of work But you don't have to be a jerk Please, get some help with your disease It really isn't very smart To have a hatey hatey heart A lot of bad things going on That’s why we have to carry on You don’t have to be so dour Go outside and smell a flower Please, get some help with your disease It really isn't very smart To have a hatey hatey heart Don't wanna let your insides rust Like your soul is full of pus The thing you really need to know Is how to let your anger go Please, get some help with your disease It really isn't very smart To have a hatey hatey heart Please, get some help with your disease It really isn't very smart To have a hatey hatey heart by Richard W. Bray
our sordid history
November 1, 2023Do you think of yourself as an atheist? God no. Those were the good old days… For a long time I’ve suspected that we might be simply incapable of imagining the epochal evils of which we stand rightly accused and I thought it at least possible that the structure of reality itself harbors something like the forms of which our sordid history is only a pale reflection. —from Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just start lying and lying Until their life becomes like a Stairmaster of lies From which they can never escape What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just look for something beautiful And try to kill it What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just look for something they think they can control What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just sigh And try Not to cause any more pain than they have to Just to get by by Richard W. Bray