Manuela Cardiga's Blog, page 8

There are choices that cannot be made by the intellect, b...

There are choices that cannot be made by the intellect, but must follow the blind passions of the just heart.

Goddess of War

MC

PAPER CUTStowers crash and smash hopedash beliefcrack the...

PAPER CUTS

towers crash
and smash hope
dash belief
crack the whirling
scope of galaxies
to the deep
into something small
something vague
something like
a shallow paper cut
in shade and shape
that bleeds continuously

bleeds vapid violet ink
fake pain, false disdain
from a kick-started
once discarded heart


MC

PRELUDE FOR HEART'S PAINIs there no worldOr love enough t...

PRELUDE FOR HEART'S PAIN

Is there no world
Or love enough to buy
A miracle this night?

Quiet then,
And let us not weep.

Pretend a smile
And let the skeletal
Hands sweep those
Last moments
From that face

Let there be
No display
Of tawdry rictus
Pain.

Quiet then,
And let us not weep.

Draw the curtains
Let grief remain
The domain
Of the silken hands
Of famed and framed

Portraits
Of the gawdy
Kings
Of Pain-

Quiet then
And let us not weep.

Let that silence creep
Upon us,
Curl on our
Laps

Quiet then.
Let there be silence
Let there be night.

Let the Prince of Cats
Shout delight in tears
Milk of human kindness
Lapped from
Pulsing grey
Electric substitutes
For the human brain
MC

PEACH MELBAnone for mebut pling the clingthe peach to tea...

PEACH MELBA
none for me
but pling
the cling
the peach
to teach
and preach
oh roll that
velvet suave
refrain

let the pope
of hell ordain
more pain

i laugh!
what can
claim more
or more swiftly
drain sweet joy
but pling the cling?

Oh drip-drop
time and then
desist decease disease
that peach?

MC

MC TWO MEANS TIME SAYS SCREW YOUAlbert saidOne moment fol...

MC TWO MEANS TIME SAYS SCREW YOU

Albert said
One moment follows
Hitching piggy-back
On another and
Another follows that

Albert said
Time and space
Are just the same
Different names
For this silly game

Albert said
Time is a circular dance,
Carousel prance,
Giving no chance
For a backward glance

Albert said
But he was a liar
Time suspends
One hitching breath
And does not allow another

Albert said
But he was wrong
Quantum particles sing
A different song
Slip and skip back and forth

Albert said
But the silly fool
Didn't see Time
Would flee the coop
Escape the loop

Albert said
But never saw the sentient
Flip of the light fantastic
And that one spastic surge
(Malicious overturning
Of the apple-cart)
Rip our hearts apart

MC

LOOK THEE HOW AGE HATH ROBBEDFAIR YOUTHAND WINTER SOBBED ...

LOOK THEE HOW
AGE HATH ROBBED
FAIR YOUTH
AND WINTER SOBBED
THE SNOW
UPON YOUR HAIR

Someone said:
How lovely
The mirrored lies
Those lips made For scarlet sighs

Oh, but I,
Having seen more dawns
And dawning regrets
Then most folks forgets
Denies them easy ingress.

For entry and success
First must some be blessed
With stubborned insight,
Or else be born
Hopelessly blind.


MC

Chronicles of a Middle Aged Vampire - Part 35

So that is how I ended up sitting in one of the city's most distinguished and pricey restaurants with a neolithic dame, an amorous dwarf, and a gawky geek. All vampires, and all slurping up oysters on the half-shell which I personally abhor, and drinking pissy French wine; so I ordered Lobster Mornay...and champagne,

I must admit the conversation was fascinating! Specially though the haze of gilded bubbles from that bubbly ticking my nose...

"But you must understand! I was the avatar of the Goddess! I dispensed justice, and justice was death. The fact that these necessary acts also benefited me is beside the point!"

"I just ask if you wouldn't have been so quick to hand down death-sentences if you DIDN'T benefit!"

"That is beneath you!" Mama Lema's monumental frame quivered with righteous indignation. "And insulting to me, as High Priestess of the Lady!"

Dr Al dabbed at some oyster-juice on his chin. "I meant neither disrespect nor insult: It was a logical question, and a valid one, I think. Perhaps subconsciously..."

"Subconsciously? Subconsciously my left tit! In all my life I have never come across this mythological entity. The subconscious is just something you blame for shit you want to do, but don't have the fortitude to admit to!"

"Mama, as a doctor..." Al said, and was rudely interrupted.

"I'm telling you the truth. People these last century and a half have been waffling around spouting about "awareness" and "conscience" and "social awareness"? It's all crap! I've never seen such selfishness or self-absorption in 10.000 years."

"I don't agree! Look at the degree of poverty, hunger..."

"Hunger my fat twat! And poverty is relative. All things are relative, and if you look at it in a framework of 10.000 years, you will see that never before have so many people had so much to eat, and so many possessions."

I took another sip of that liquid icy gold, and let that delicious shivery sensation skitter up my spine. I was on my way to tipsy in one hell of a hurry.

Donny just served himself another half dozen oysters and calmly sucked up that salty snot as if it was ambrosia.

"Millions starve...Millions!"

"Of course. There are billions! Loss is always proportional.You need to update your stas, quick!"

"I must say," I slurred slightly, "You have a very modern and pragmatic view...I wouldn't have expected it of a lady of your...antiquity."

Mama Lema slammed her fist down on the table and bellowed a laugh, sending the rest of the well-bred patrician patrons of the restaurant into polite and very discreet hysterics. The Maitre'd wrung his elegant hands in despair, and stepped closer to our table, but did not dare by gesture or word to even imply censure of our majestic dinner companion.

"Antiquity!" She laughed and laughed, her massive shoulders quivering. "Antiquity!" She winked at Dr. Al. "This girl has sass! I like her! You'd better get a move on and nail that juicy tushie before someone else gets in ahead of you, Al!"

The Doctor, who had been taking a sip of his wine - some rare vintage from somewhere unpronounceable - choked and spouted a red gush through his nose and onto the pristine Irish linen table-cloth.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Maitre'd shudder and hold himself in place by sheer willpower. Mama Lema must spend extraordinary amunts of money here, and be one hell of a tipper...

I slapped the Doctor on the back. Under that worsted jacket his body was rock hard. Under my hand muscle rippled across broad shoulders. He wiped at his nose with his serviette and dabbed at his watery eyes.

He turned to me apologetically: "Greta, I'm afraid Mama Lema is sometimes a little too free with her opinions. I assure you I will never...EVER..."

I leaned in and wiped at a drop of wine at the corner of his mouth. "Never, ever? Really?" I giggled and pouted my lips invitingly, even as I felt my eyes beginning to cross. "That is a pity...It really is...Gosh! Hics! I was rather looking forward to that..."

Shamefully I must admit: That was when my head nodded and a wave of irresistible sleep washed over me.

OK! I passed out. I passed out on that table under the gleam of the crystal chandelier, with my cheek pressed to the exquisite genuinely antique Victorian cutlery, still clutching my Bohemian crystal Champagne flute.

The last time I had passed out, as I recall, had been at the Bull-Balls & Bells pub, after a drunken binge on salted peanuts, pork-pie, and vinegar chips. I can still taste the smell of stale beer-puke on my hair.

I was definitely moving up in the world.


MC

Most music is ephemeral and forgettable - a polite handsh...

Most music is ephemeral and forgettable - a polite handshake at an effete tea-party; jazz is visceral, sensual,violent. It dives in and performs open-heart surgery without an anesthetic.

MC

Commiseration and sticky sympathy never helped anyone, a ...

Commiseration and sticky sympathy never helped anyone, a swift kick in the butt, however, is the best kind of wake-up call.

MC

The underprivileged always have time for ball-scratching.MC

The underprivileged always have time for ball-scratching.

MC