The Exquisite Release of Weeping Sadness

Be sad, but not shameful. Those tears were earned, each one.

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All that the world demands we be, Let it burn away. All that we say we ought to be, Let it burn away. All that we think we thought we know, the games we play, the rules we follow (as if any of it were real), Let it burn away. Burn with me, baby, burn.

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Where to go now? With storied journal Journeys left in the wake Of waves waving waving Goodbye

Goodbye. Standing alone with Partings said softly Parting those same waves On our ways back home.

The night falls covered And there above A diffuse reflection reflects the earth in shades Shaded blue/orange cloud.

What to do now? What is left to do? Nothing left, So nothing will get done.

MG

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When I create new words—and I’ve said this many times before—they’re not new at all. Wordsmithing is the art of plucking phonemic fragmentations from the collective unconscious and forging them into language.

Marcus Goodman, 2007

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Hating What We Loved About the Night

The nights are full and dark and the trains go by.

They make their sound to the no one listening, shine their light to the no one watching, and…

How long has it been, since we came to the city?

It feels like we were born here, maybe crawled from a manhole, fully formed and already been spit on. The times before have become the dream.

The lights shine the fog like my memories of the place. It was exciting, back then, when the filth and dangerous realities were new.

When did we lose our hopeful eyes?

Seeing drug pushers and boozers on the park benches where we might feed the ducks, women’s black eyes, staring deadly at the men who made them, the kid we saw shot on Delaney.

We’re part of it, now, part of the machine, living our dream.

But they never told us we could never leave.

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SpaceMagic is an album of retro synths, physics puns, and futuristic nonsense. The original 1979 release has been reworked and remastered for the 35th anniversary and is available for free download for the first time. Tune your radio audioscopes and embrace the infinite.

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The New Noir

The city is alive. Drunkards flaunting flagrancy, wearing (as if it were proper) trench coats and glow sticks, the sick plastic vials shining green and red, bright as the robot rave scenes undoubtedly now frequented. And every night is the same. They fill the streets, taking with them the new dignity. A siren. Good. Helicopter. Better. But not the police. These are fun-cops and party-copters of the new city nights. And when they grow sick, (so sick of it all) say goodbye, goodnight, and back out tomorrow, sure thing. After tiny cups, hangover espresso. I wonder how they do it. After living the lives they do, sitting, drinking their coffee not screaming. MG

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a drop atop honeysweet milk, a soul sent windward, and you, looking on.

--into the aether--

Did you think, perhaps, I was not myself?

Maybe, as I stepped out, (Ever present though I was) THE IMPOSTOR, HE WHO WEARS MY FACE, the YANKEE DODGER SCOUNDREL Lingered, waiting.

in time I will return, but please, an aside, I still dream: (write this down)

Even the Gods must breathe. The upper air, the sweet vitriolic oil Having amongst its properties Evaporation of the self.

(Reality shifts once more) (BIOGRAPHER, write this down)

this is the aether-- an agreeable realm.

MG

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A Beautiful Autumn Day

There were days, you said, (Steely days, son, tomorrow rain) when the sun would shine (Just right, right there down) and burn the leaves red. (Itself, a dire diagnosis)

The trees would shake 'em down (Spilt pooling blood) and we would play, together, (Play with your sister, Marcus) play in the fallen leaves (Of autumns long) so long ago.

I see the leaves (See them shaking fearful) through the window's pane (Now never leaving) and wonder, O wondrous, (Beyond the fall, beneath) just how, again, to feel.

MG

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Astro Crew '99 by The Goodman Family Band

"The studio hired me to theme a science fiction pilot they had in the works, Astro Crew. No, I wasn't interested, I needed the fifty bucks. But later, when I asked for the rights to the music (I had space needed filling on the album, and the show never went to air) the cheap bastards wouldn't give 'em to me. Showed them in the end, though. I stole the VHS copies of the show, edited the track straight off them, added a few modern twists to it. Sounded pretty damn good, I think." -Father Goodman, 1986, TV Guide

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The Goodman Family Band - Gods of the Future (Odysseum Galactica. Part II)

"The Odysseum Galactica was meant to be my masterpiece, my musical guide to the future of mankind. And yes, I wrote them, all three parts, but I was disappointed. 

After the tracks were laid down, I could be free to hate them. I still do. My bastard children, my Odysseum..."

-Father Goodman (Melbourne Hitmakers, 1982)

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Your only choice in life

is to laugh, laugh, laugh.

Is to laugh, though angrily so,

at the fools who thought they'd 

                              done it right.

And when you're done,

       begin again,

You, similarly foolish,

For the work is never done.

And neither shall you be.

M.G. 

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      I think maybe I'll

          boil some rice

      throw it out, then

(for a bit)

 sit alone in the dark.

M.G.

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[From the home of late mathematician Marion Goodman, sister to the Madman, Marcus]

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An Experiment

I would like to see what happens when mercury is poured into water. Heat it first, the mercury, and before the metal boils (just before), pour it in.

I imagine the HISS POP of frightened water as unimpressed languid pools of liquid metal form and coalesce at the bottom of the glass.

Then, perhaps, I could make some tea.

M.G.

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Walking

The very act of locomotion creates within us a stillness.

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When you look at the sky or the river or those city streets and see--really see, that the work you do is done what else? But to sit back smilingly sitting hopelessly happy and enjoying.

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After our years together, here I sit, at this hospital bedside, waiting for my beloved. Waiting for your last breath's cue to swallow this bottle of sleep, to follow you into the deep.