Saturday, December 14, 2019

Pinball Christmas







Pinball Christmas



The wind remembers the snow spirit
when the hunger moon paints clouds
flaxen with pearl.  Christmas is out

somewhere knocking
against lamp-poles like a steel ball
in a Jotun's bar machine

looking to clang a bell
over a red kettle with slit lid
past which a clamor of people

pass quicker, suddenly stiff,
fever eyes cast down, wary of any
expectation to give

here in the Land of the Take.
Christmas is nowhere, I say,
 in music or mind, only perhaps

in the rebound of blurred lights that fight
against the black buffer of December night,
striking their sparks where the heart is least bright.


~December 2019












Images: Salvation Army Bell Ringer, author unknown, manipulated, fair use
Christmas tree, 12/13/19, © joyannjones














12 comments:

  1. To heck with the Salvation Army and their kettles anyway, after they refused to allow trans women into their shelters. Better they freeze for Jesus, I guess.

    I love the flaxen clouds and the clanging against the poles. You've set a chilly, random, frenetic night here, much sound and fury signifying nothing, as the man said, with utter emptiness at its core. Whatever value it has is indeed in the individual heart. Or so my stony little Xmess-averse eyes read.

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    1. Exactly. Thanks Shay, and best wishes for enduring the season.

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  2. That's the ticket! This clangs and shutters and shakes and rolls all over the nowhere Christmas landscape. How quickly it takes over the gravesite, evicting the snow spirit from hunger's manger and replacing it with that swinging split red bucket we use to rent charity and dice another round on the Machine. "Christmas is nowhere, I say / in music or mind" -- a declaration that reveals the nothing which keeps the jackelves dancing and Christmas lights overbright. Lo and amen. 3 AM is such a divinely savage hour, is it not? I wonder as the next migraine plays pinball with my skull.

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    1. Rent charity, indeed, tho increasingly we seem to just ignore it. 3 a.m. is often where the insomniac muse abides, isn't it? I hope the whizzing and clanging leaves your head alone soon, B.

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  3. This knocked my socks off, Joy. The tone is bitter (because it is my heart) but retains a sense of poignance for all that has been lost. The pinball imagery in describing the materialistic rush of Christmas shoppers is inspired, but these lines gripped my heart most of all:
    wary of any
    expectation to give
    here in the Land of the Take.

    I am not a Christmas person...


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    1. Nor I. It's become nothing but a glorification of greed and materialism here--I've watched it transform over the years from giving to taking all you can grab--nothing else is acceptable it seems, in the land of Trump and his counterparts. Nonetheless, a good Yule to you and yours, Kerry, and thanks for reading.

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  4. Some find it hard to navigate the feelings of "what should be" when full of the "what is" is stalking. I am perfectly comfortable in the role of "non participant non combatant." Do not give combined with do not take finds me able to sleep comfortably knowing I have treated all mankind the same.

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  5. You got it. The perfect Xmas commentary these days. Stay warm where you are!

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  6. Bounce, bounce, bounce, clang! And all the lights and cacaphony. And the take and take and take and
    ugh
    ugh
    ugh

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  7. my socks are off. you knocked them there.
    oddly, this year I've seen my mother much more frequently, since I moved from socal to nocal post-surgery, and she's only 100 miles away. so tonight, a xmas eve dinner, which is the first in many years. i suppose holidays serve some function, yes?

    May Mithras not roll over in his grave ~

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    1. Ha!May none of the old ones do any rolling, unless it's rolling up something good. Yes, Christmas is still good for something if you can connect and make even one person glad. I wish you the best of dinners, and a new year without pain, worry or doctor involvement of any kind. Best to you, M.

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    2. given that the green is now legal here in CA, there's been baking involved. yes, baking, and baked. ha. had to change med groups and docs with the move, and new insurance (isn't that so.much.fun) makes the whole thing.... yeah. here's hoping the PSA is back to normal... find out after I get my new doc...

      a season of light to you. hoping 2020 brings us some good forward vision...

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