JOB Triumphant

In response to Quin’s request here, the Poet in Question has put his quill to the grindstone…

Roundel on the Greatly Exaggerated Rumors of Godsbody’s Demise or, Quin Finnegan’s Wakey-Wakey

Is the dinosaur of our age ever in question?
Where is a natural place to lie him down in his rage?
Making common cause with old bones – picked up and brushed clean –
Is the dinosaur of our age.

Without words to dig, specimens to engage,
After global warming damned brain lobes to extinction,
The question trained our eyes to assent to a mirage –

And mother boards cooled for want of it. Is what began
As marvel thoughts – green as Adam’s olives, Eve’s greengage –
Now carbon dated? Ah! Then grateful conversation
Is the dinosaur of our age.

Comments

  1. notrelatedtoted says

    Roundel…I think I have that guy on my fantasy football team…

    “Making common cause with old bone….” I like that.

  2. cubeland Mystic says

    ~Ted

    I like that too. It is very Ezekiel. Job’s a good poet. I like this chunk.

    Without words to dig, specimens to engage,
    After global warming damned brain lobes to extinction,
    The question trained our eyes to assent to a mirage

    I hope that the mirage is the end of the blog. Matt should not worry about numbers, when he complains about his lack of readership. A godsbody blogger is like a force multiplier. Matt sends one of us over to Korrektiv, that’s like giving them 10000 hits. Matthew is a blog mogul.

    I am working on a godsbody rap. I’ll probably need JOB’s help. It’s been 20 years since I tried to rhyme.

  3. Cubeland Mystic says

    JOB you said to take over yesterday. This is my best effort in a short timeframe.

    Mr. November Rap

    A Literary gangsta
    Holed-up in La Mesa
    Countercultural playa
    Brotha’s keeping it real
    Tryin to ink a deal

    Homie’s in Wisconsin
    Bustin out the rhymes
    November’s down in SoCal
    Clutchin every dime

    Workin to stay happy
    He’s his babies daddy
    Satanic drive-by’s he be barin
    death and grave always flairin
    While November he’s despairin

    A fate to bleak to remember
    He’s just shy of December, y’all

    Bringin in November yo
    Bringin in the cold
    Got it in his soul, y’all
    Thinkin bout dickey mo

    Deus Caritas Est
    Fightin the culture of death
    A Freelance gun for hire
    Pimps and ho’s feel his ire
    From JPII he be inspired

    Nearly blind like John Milton
    Thinkin bout Paris Hilton
    Fight night prophet
    Always talkin bout the gonad
    Today in porn is superbad
    He’s an overly depressed TAC grad

    Mostly Brooding like Achilles
    Sipping gin martinis
    Destined for the casket
    Got no money in his basket

    Bringin in November yo
    Bringin in the cold
    Got it in his soul, y’all
    Thinkin bout dickey mo

    His muse run off with another brotha
    He’s lost his sense of wunder
    His blog is going under
    The reader count is low
    His muse what a ho!

    Published someday maybe
    Still readin Humanae Vitae
    He’s always gettin busy
    He’ll probably make a baby

    Bloggin’s just an elective
    Need a fix read Korrektiv
    Write a book change the nation
    Or join Communion and Liberation

    Bringin in November yo
    Bringin in the cold
    Got it in his soul, y’all
    Thinkin bout dickey mo

  4. Rufus McCain says

    This is all making me a bit giddy. And I haven’t even had my coffee yet this morning. Fabulous stuff, both Joseph’s and Cube’s.

    Especially:
    Nearly blind like John Milton
    Thinkin bout Paris Hilton

    And:
    His muse what a ho!

    Not to mention the startling appearance of references to Humanae Vitae and Caritas Est in a gangsta rap.

    This is one of those pristine moments of fine blogging fellowship. Grateful conversation indeed…

  5. I think I’ll burn anything I’ve ever written in honor of the genius of this rap. All else is straw…

  6. Matthew Lickona says

    I am not worthy. But then, y’all knew that already.

  7. Matthew,

    I’m not buying it…

    Like i said, Dinosaurs have their own action figures.

  8. cubeland Mystic says

    Of course you are worthy. You are worthy of every minute of time we spend here. Check this out, it is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read in my life, or likely to ever read. I’ll never forget it, and neither will my children when they read it.

    The catch is that, when thing get really bad–when the low growl she makes bearing down through the contractions gives way to a wavering cry, endlessly rising in pitch and volume–she cannot pray. She cannot even think. When I look at Deirdre in these moments, her eyes squeezed shut and her tiny mouth wide open, it seems to me she is not there. My wife, my pillar of strength and stability, is lost in a miasma of pain.

    So I pray for her–not for her relief, but on her behalf. I lean over her and speak in low tones at a steady clip, “Lord Jesus, accept this suffering as an offering for the salvation of Deirdre’s mother, for her return to the church, and for the health of the baby. Lord, give her strength to bear this suffering.” I try not to imagine what the attendant nurses must be thinking. This woman is screaming in agony, and her husband, instead of offering comfort, instead of speaking words of worshipful praise about how great she is doing and how we’re almost there and everything’s going to be okay, is talking to God. He is not asking for deliverance, not asking the baby to be born sooner than later. He is asking for acceptance–easy for him to ask.

  9. CM,

    Direct quotes, I like it…

  10. CM,

    Good God man! Where did you pick up all those cool currents?

    More rousing than any man could bear – unless of course you’re as white a man as poor dear Matthew.

    At any rate, it reminds me of what Cole Porter would have done had he lived long enough to see the onslaught of Run-D.M.C.

    Good going!

    JOB

  11. Quin Finnegan says

    My Wakey Wakey?!?

    Brilliant … just brilliant; I’m sorry I missed the party.

    Lord Amighty, what a beautiful poem. Our Thought Experiments are but green thoughts in a green shade.

    Most grateful.

  12. QF,

    YOu are most welcome. It was a pleasure to write – and to have a chance to write.

    And with world enough and time, you have demonstrated the marvellous allusion implanted on my poem’s own mother board.

    Civilization is alive and well, if only in the electronic cells of this, yours and like internet monasteries!

    JOB

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