Sunday, August 10, 2014

No Hornblow of Thunder

Songs from Bryce's Friday show, a weekend tradition here. Hey, I've done all I know to do (and am willing to do, the youtubes stay) to make this blog load faster. I killed the static background and I've gone through the blogrolls and removed the url corpses of seven blegicides. I've moved the moribund to Moribund. Moribund will soon be the most crowded sub-blogroll on the blogroll. >> Deleted bleggalgazing << or at least delayed, in meantime, I seem to be rotating headers again, did you see Jessica the Goat last night? Hey, thanks for reading. As always, if you are Kinding me and me not you please let me know.


Ellen Hinsey

There will be no deafening noise. No hornblow of thunder.

The small plants of the earth will not tremble on the hillside as grace is prepared.

The sky will neither drown us in its plenty, nor the ground crack and consume feet in its hunger.

No, bodies will not, in their last rags of flesh, creep from under the earth, and with breath once torn from them, choke and expel the old mud of the world.

Adam and Eve, incredulous, will not embrace again in their poverty, not knowing whether to shield themselves, or to emerge shameless from the past's shadow, astonished to again greet Terra Firma.

The book of the world, encrusted with deep-sea pearls and the blood of the lamb, will not open up its pages in which all deeds have been inscribed.

And the totality of history will not roll back together, all events fusing, once and for all, into the great blazing sphere of time.

None will sit on the right hand. There will be no right hand.

And the figure of sorrow and grace, with his staff upright, its purple pennant caught in that final wind, will not be there to greet us, with the mercy of justice in his eyes.

No, never judgment. Just the abyss into which all acts are thrown down, and the terrible white silence in which judgment either endures or burns.


  1. worth repeating some where else .. of my comment left on reading port's last post , not related to your lovelies of in song here , but someth. worth repeating ..that i said to some at the el mocambo here last night as well and the response to my saying was extreme and interesting and good , " .. .. . , old is dead , alive alive .. . " sh' blows

  2. Resorting to name-checking 'thunder' now, eh?!

    'sup, thunder?