Month: May 2014

always watching

Don’t ever
your pain.

It is your
guardian angel.

It will
smoke and drink
because it can,
all the while
going through
the contents
of your fridge,

You really eat this shit?
You know you’re killing yourself, right?

If you’re expecting
something pretty
or illuminated,
you haven’t met yours yet.

the unsung benefits of reality television

bob woke up suddenly
 to the ensemble of thunder
 outside his window,
 and in his waking,
 turned on the lights
 and noticed that
 his bed stand,
 his closet,
 the hamburger-shaped
 alarm clock -
all had taken on
 a fuzzy jaundiced glow.
 blunted satisfaction
 washed over him,
 and he sat up on his bed
 and turned on the t.v.
some show was on,
 two men arguing over a coffee maker,
 broken evidently,
 and one of the men
"It's ground too fine you slobbering asshole!"
they grappled
 on the linoleum
 and over onto the
 oak-topped kitchen island,
 where the other one
 groped for a fondue knife
 and plunged it
 deep into the base
 of his foe's throat.
the man clutched
 at the puncture zone
 and where he tried to formulate words,
 a shrill gargle escaped
 like the whistle of a
 broken and haunted traveler.
it was at this point
 that Bob
 picked up a curtain rod
 and sent it through the t.v. set,
 which was an old tube job
 and thus provided
 an even more satisfying plunge
 than that enjoyed by
 the guy with the fork on the show.
glass flailed into the air
 in time with
 a fit of lightning outside,
 and behind it
 something sizzled
 and hissed,
gave up smoke.
bob gathered the shards
 in a circle
 and said a sort of
 wordless prayer.
he was ready for his orders,
 whatever they might be.

Arthur Koestler on Satan

I don’t do this often, but I read this yesterday, and it knocked me out:



“Satan, on the contrary, is thin, ascetic and a fanatical devotee of logic. He reads Machiavelli, Ignatius of Loyola, Marx and Hegel; he is cold and unmerciful to mankind, out of a kind of mathematical mercifulness. He is damned always to do that which is most repugnant to him: to become a slaughterer, in order to abolish slaughtering, to sacrifice lambs so that no more lambs may be slaughtered, to whip people with knouts so that they may learn not to let themselves be whipped, to strip himself of every scruple in the name of a higher scrupulousness, and to challenge the hatred of mankind because of his love for it–an abstract and geometric love.”

-Arthur Koestler, Darkness at Noon