Zoot Daze Is Nothing Special

 George Dixon’s Lament

Stovepipe hat, stovepipe boots,
Ankle-deep in red clay,
Light from a silver dollar moon,
Filtered through the canebrake,

And crystalline breath,
Cypress branch claws at the sky,
Like the hand of death,

With regrets to Fredrick Douglas,
Daniel O’Connell, and the cross,
God help me, I’ve been to the river,
But I could not row across,

Possum up a gum tree,
Coony on a stump,
But when the trouble is double,
Whee…Zip! coon will jump,

I’ve tried to be virtuous,
Forthright and true,
Now I’m left scrambling ’round these backwoods,
Trying to escape the George W. Dixon blues,

My father was an endman,
In a traveling minstrel show,
His tambourine smelled of burnt cork,
And his stump speeches were all marred with woe,

Mother sang opera buffa,
Commedia per musica,
I filled the lamps with kerosene,
And learned to play harmonica,

Oh, but possum up a gum tree,
Coony on a stump
And when the trouble is double,
Whoo!…Zip! coon will jump,

The Madame accused me of knavery,
Calumny gave way to pursuit,
So I fled with my old portmanteau,
Packed with the George W. Dixon blues,

Secured employment on the wharf,
Shucking oysters for the elite,
Table to table with a pail,
A towel and a knife to cut the meat,

By and by I came to entertain,
Private parties in the back,
Oprettas, and recitations,
Whiskey, Champagne, and black jack,

Oh, but then the possum up a gum tree,
Coony on a stump,
And, when the trouble is double,
Bang, Zip! Well, ol’ coony he will jump,

Some cortigiana onesta,
Proposed we bid Frisco adieu,
So I rode a wave out to New Orleans,
Into the gulf of George W. Dixon’s blues,      

The air so fragrant and soft,
The morning doves they coo,
Pick up your fiddle, my dear,
Lay down your broom,

The honey bees are buzzing,
The tupelos are in bloom,
Like the whole world knows absolutely nothing,
Of that forbidden fruit,

Oh, but hang up your fiddle now,
Hang up your bow,
Fetch your pick axe and shovel,
And fetch your hoe,

Now I’m high steppin’ through these backwoods,
Double trouble has forced me to,
A clean conscience does me no good,
With this blood on my shoes,

With apologies to Dred Scott,
William Garrison and my God,
I suppose you’ve heard by now old  Uncle Ned,
Is long dead and gone,

And I hear the bagpipes calling,
There’s not a soul who’ll know the truth,
It would seem I’m mired neck deep,
In these George W. Dixon blues,

And I’m face down in these George Washington Dixon blues,

The Legend of Architeuthis

I woke up when the floor it dropped,
Rocking and a reelin’ from a ten foot wave top,

First the mainsail, haul in the jibs and boom,
Clear the deck boys now give ‘er some room,

Oh…
Nothing but water and foam,
And a thousand miles between here and home,

Sliding down a hill of briney wood in the wind,
The cabin’s on fire as the water rushes in,

A boneless arm wrapped all ’round the hull,
Anchored by a monster with a six foot eyeball,

A valiant fight but like the Hydra of yore,
If you cut off one limb it grows sixteen more,

Oh…
Caught between Scylla and Charybdis,
All is undone, by the legend of architeuthis,

Save yourself or forever make your peace,
Give your soul up to God and your body to the sea,

Oh, and the sea it whorls,
Tumbling down a cyclone to the belly of the world,
Oh, and it’s a long way down,
A thousand fathoms ’til she rests on the ground,

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Oh, and the sea it whorls,
tumbling down a cyclone to the belly of the world,
Oh, and it’s a long way down,
A thousand fathoms ’til she rests on the ground,

I woke up when the floor it dropped,
Rocking and a reelin’ from a ten foot wave top,

Sliding down a hill of briney wood in the wind,
The cabin’s on fire as the water rushes in,

Oh…
Nothing but water and foam,
And a thousand miles between here and home,

It’s every man for himself so you better make your peace,
Give your soul up to God and your body to the sea…

The Ouroboros 

What IS the ouroboros?

Pronounciation

Or-O-bOr-Os, -&s
Note: Using the pronounciation guide used by the Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary.

Origins of the Ouroboros

The
Serpent biting its own tail is first seen as early as 1600 years BC in
Egypt. From there it moved to the Phonecians and then to the Greeks,
who called it the Ouroboros, which means devouring its tail.

The
serpent biting its tail is found in other mythoi as well, including
Norse myth, where the serpent’s name is Jörmungandr, and in Hindu,
where the dragon circles the tortoise which supports the four elephants
that carry the world.

Alternate spellings include: oroborus, uroboros, and oureboros.

Symbology behind the Ouroboros

The
ouroboros has several meanings interwoven into it. Foremost is the
symbolism of the serpent biting, devouring, eating its own tail. This
symbolises the cyclic Nature of the Universe: creation out of
destruction, Life out of Death. The ouroboros eats its own tail to
sustain its life, in an eternal cycle of renewal.

In the above
drawing, from a book by an early Alchemist, Cleopatra, the black half
symbolises the Night, Earth, and the destructive force of nature, yin.
the light half represents Day, Heaven, the generative, creative force,
yang.

Alchemically, the ouroboros is also used as a purifying glyph.

"The mathematical symbol for infinity is known as the lemniscate.
It was devised in 1655 by mathemetician John Wallis, and named
lemniscus, ribbon, by Bernoulli about forty years later. The symbol is
patterned after the device known as a mobius (named after a nineteenth
century mathemetician) strip. A mobius strip is a strip of paper which
is twisted and attached at the ends, forming a two dimensional surface.

The
religious aspect of the infinity symbol predates its mathematical
origins. It has been found in Tibetan rock carvings; the ouroboros, or
infinity snake, is often depicted in this shape. In the tarot, the
lemniscate represents the balance of forces and is often associated
with the magician card."