Dear Mole, Blind To The Beams

A friend that I secretly no longer consider a friend invited me over for Thanksgiving.

I don’t feel like going, but as if acting of its own free will, my mouth spoke the word “okay” in response to the invite. It would be much easier for me to ignore holidays that mean nothing to me if the rest of the world would allow me to ignore them in peace. Since I won’t be afforded the luxury of ignoring this year’s arbitrary day to express our gratitude to nobody in particular for whatever in our lives hasn’t yet turned to complete excrement, I’m conserving my energy in order to maximize my ability to act like someone who doesn’t hate spending stupid holidays with stupid people when Thursday rolls around. That’s not to say that this letter is devoid of a message, it’s just that I’ve chosen to cede the floor to Canadian super group The New Pornographers in the deliverance of said message. Utilizing the song’s symbolism, I never wanted in and am currently blind to those beams that mesmerize others back into enthusiastic participation. Happy Thanksgiving, My Friend.

Higher Beams

Just out of frame, with a passenger’s name
Though you’re freight pulled behind
It was always a battle to arrive at the station alive
With all the bags to unpack, all the plans for the future to protect
Because we’ve come to expect the trains on time

A cloud of steam and we’re out of the gate, not a fashionable late
Wearing long sleeves to hide the mark of Cain
Got it when I was young, half eternal, half sung
Play a sour note long enough it’s right
And our finishing moves were fight or flight
The higher beams, that temporarily blind
That change your mind

Thank you
Thank you for nothing
I didn’t want in

Deep in the culture of fear, we all hate living here
But you know when you can’t afford to leave?
So you stay in the lines, navigate the land mines
Should have gone for the guided tour
Got lost I could see what we’ve crossed, I knew the cost
The higher beams, that temporarily blind
That change your mind

Thank you
Thank you for nothing
I didn’t want in

Fuck you
Fuck you for nothing
I didn’t want in

You lost your train, but you’re high on the fumes that are left in the room
When you dream of a team, of higher beams
That temporarily blind, that change your mind
The higher beams that temporarily blind, that change your mind
That change your mind
That change your mind
That change your mind
That change your mind

5 thoughts on “Dear Mole, Blind To The Beams”

Your definition of thanksgiving is probably the best one I’ve heard yet.

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desertcurmudgeon says:

November 29, 2019 at 10:12 am

Thanks, Suzanne! I’m still eagerly awaiting my copy of The Dome — the weather has snarled the postal service.

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> Play a sour note long enough it’s right.
It can become an anthem of one’s life.

> Thank you for nothing
> I didn’t want in
I’d read an article about CRISPR editing of a pair of Chinese twins and and how the ethics of one guy effectively made the case that no human ever asked to be born. Therefore, how could you ask them if they want their genetic diseases fixed as embryos? So, if you could cure their diseases before they arrived, of course we should do so. To do otherwise would be criminal.

Who asks to be here?
~~~
Following the thread, however, we would be remiss if we didn’t accept our existence and take a stance, for good or evil, dig in and give it our all.

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I suppose, in light of your recent, partially adopted belief platform, responding OK was you being kind. You’re on your way. Enjoy the pecan pie. Avoid the cheddar cheeseball. Happy t-day to you too.

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