weep and cry

what else are we to do

but weep and cry

wail and flail

far and wide

o'er the wild minds

of badgered clowns

of people crying

for some respite to drive

freeing from the chaos of hell

but we are self-enclosed

denizens of total choice

of goddesses and gods

with little to lose

shouting and laughing

at crowds on the loose

searching for enemies 

imagined and stewed

ah! if we'd stop and stare

into a mirror with light

we'd uncover ourselves

'neath our pimples and glue

on our un-powered face

with snagglely tooth

awaiting the truth

we'll unbind our foot

freeing us to move

and weep with live tears

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Good bye to nostalgia.  People should stop talking about the anonymity of cities.  We don't know our neighbors in the next apartment - so then what?  Hurrah for freedom, and an end to hypocrisy.  In cities people get together with those they choose; such meetings are more true, as brief as life.  

  -Yes, large towns were always accursed - it says so all through the Bible.  Condemned to endless wandering, Cain invented the town as a substitute for Eden.  Cain and his posterity.  That's why towns are accursed.  Babylon and Nineveh, like cities on the edge of the lake.  Jerusalem itself.  For they are all tied to a greed that is never satisfied, to power - that is, to war.  So, sooner or later, they perish by arms or fire.  But ultimately God accepts the human project.  The town, like Jerusalem, become the image and promise of the holy city of the Apocalypse, which "has no need for the sun and the moon to shine, for the glory of God has illumined it!"

  -What happened keeps on happening, endlessly.  How much time do we need to understand it?  The scribes and the high priests live in us, in you, in me, and they never lay down their arms.  Just as Jesus was rejected, tracked down and killed out of fidelity to God, in the same way, out of fidelity to the message, his Word has been hardened - "ossified," as the Jesuit anthropologist would say - by the very ones whose mission it was to announce it.  They know no what they do.

  -When they talked about Jesus, they were generally talking about something else and their own unhappiness.