Sunday, April 5, 2015
"He is Risen," my Good Old Mom Would Proclaim
I’m not spiritual worth a damn, but
OMG religious as hell. No no: the
other way round: not religious worth
a damn, but spiritual as hell. Hell with
it: not worth a damn. Just describing,
is all. Wretch like me.
I can’t speak for other religions but in my
opinion the language of Christianity, its
various franchises & pious preacherly talk
pretty much eclipses its spirit & double-
edged holysmokes & o my gawd sword.
Where’s Flannery when we need her?
Remember how wasted disco got in the late
70’s? Abuse by over use. It happens.
Cliché’s-out. And it does no good to go
retro and talk like a prophet—abominations
& depravities. Might as well wear bell bottoms
and expect respect.
“My Ego’s crucified,” my old man would
explain. “It’s beyond me.” Thy will be done
like it or not hap happening happily. .
Do I presume? I am large. I contain multitudes.