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Song in Plaster: Beck, “We Live Again”
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I
My dog poops solid gold.
Oedipus lets his father live, lets the chariot pass with only a minor quibble, but smacks him firmly on the ass.
Put down your pail, let it go, kid. Home is where the heart is. The wilderness, that’s where God is. Just kidding. Moses thought that. Oh, he was right, and look where that got us, the Hebrews.
Watch it. Finn, you’ve had enough. Go home. Fine. Hand me that last load. Finnegan! Saints. Is he okay? After that fall? I don’t suppose so. God rest him.
Lilacs out of the dead land.
II
It’s like the gold rush around my yard. It’s obnoxious really. Stubbing my toe.
I love this part, they march out of time. Jocasta laughs as they go by, hobbling. Laius tickles her, and Oedipus chuckles under his breath, can’t believe his fortune.
There were the serpents all going around and biting everyone. Terrible. Just terrible. People dying everywhere. I stayed in my tent, but when nature calls you’ve got to go out. And then I got bit. Of course.
Rest, Finn, we’ll drink for you. Peace, Finn. Anyone have a song? Who’s got a good word to sing for our boy? Something rousing, perhaps. Something to wake the dead.
Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
III
The veterinarian doesn’t know what to do. They gave him an antibiotic. They hypnotized him using a bone on a string. We tried acupuncture. It downgraded to brass for six days, but it’s gold again now.
Oedipus lies in bed and feels a wind off the wilderness outside. He looks out the window and sees a flame followed by thousands of nomads. He goes to them and meets a girl, Keziah. Eyes like doves, he thinks.
It was terrible. I was sick unto dying and couldn’t move. And also couldn’t move, if you know what I mean. Constipated, something awful. But then, look at this. Another serpent. Thank you so much, Moses. But it worked
Careful, boys. Why do you need to do that? Throwing the bottle? Really? You wouldn’t dare to throw it at me. Hah! Missed. I’m quick like death. Oh, you got it all over the corpse. Filthy. No more whiskey, Finnegan. Back to bed, boy.
Burning burning burning burning
IV
Gold. Who would have thought?
A young girl, thought Oedipus, but very wise.
Whole again.
Finn again.
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
V
I got the virus. It’s catching. I’ve got the best doctors gold can buy and nothing. It’s not so bad, but it seems like a thing that needs fixing. It gives you cardio-itis. And blotchy skin. And a digestive disorder they call Midas’ Colon. Nothing is wasted. It all comes back around, better.
Oedipus learns a thing or two about Keziah, and about her father, Job. Loses everything, gets it all back. Oedipus thinks about it. That’s new, he thinks. It all comes back.
But the point is that God is here too. You don’t have to cover that ground again, do you? Read. Someone else has already done it, and probably wishes they hadn’t. It doesn’t all need to come back around does it? That’s what the ground is for, why there’s so much of it, to hold us all.
Did we have to put him back to bed? It seemed right. It seemed like a thing to fix
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
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Ha, fun read.