Oh My GOD: ctp, osborne, sorescu, aurelm  

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Night watchman NC SA @ FlickrAm poposit recent pe pagina unui blog negru, prezentand viata in gri prin intermediul unui batran cu tatuaje violete ce se plimba aproape gol, intelept si decorat pe strada. Mi-am amintit de Arclantida si-nceputul sau. Si-apoi am Halebarda lui Sorescu.

My first title was Ruminations on the nature of God, but very little of what follows belongs to me and I did not feel it’s right to constrain the meaning of the following works of art as such. I just took the pieces of a puzzle, translated them with Google, then pieced them together in what to me is a strangely coherent narrative. Obviously, copyrights belong to their respective owners and are acknowledged in sources.


Our first exhibit belongs to ctp and was published in 1987 in a collection of science-fiction stories of thunderous beauty. As a kid, I was forever changed by these stories, and even today, when I re-read them, they stimulate the centres of addiction in my burned-out brain..

Arclantida intro - ctp

To fully experience it, you might want to completely ignore my [comments] as well as my illustrations. I’m not sure how you can do this (perhaps reading it in an RSS reader)?

Din timpuri uitate, supravietuitorii marilor dezastre povesteau ca intilnisera printre ruinele fumeginde un batrin inalt imbracat ca un cersetor. Era orb, surd si mut batrinul, si umbla calauzit de un kangoch, alcatuirea aceea bolovanoasa, vinetie, cu doua capete solzoase si ochii acoperiti de pleoape cvadruple, despre care nimeni nu stia daca este rationala sau nu. Nici omul, nici kangochul nu se sinchiseau de radiatiile ucigase, se spunea chiar ca nenumaratele doze absorbite in decursul timpului ii facusera nemuritori. 

AlfAparea intotdeauna pe strazile orasului condamnat in seara dinaintea ultimei nopti [2012?]; locuitorii stiau atunci ca le-a mai ramas doar foarte putin timp. Ciudat insa, prezenta lui nu starnea panica; ramineau cu totii sa priveasca vrajiti inuman de frumoasele acorduri ale orgii de lumina pe care batrinul o purta atirnata de git. Miinile, ca niste radacini uscate, mingiiau clapele si razele tisneau, intii verde, pe urma rosu, pe urma galben, pe urma albastru si iarasi verde, alcatuind Cintecul Mortii pentru cei ca si morti. Calatorea cu orice astronava i se ivea in cale si nici un comanndant nu indraznise vreodata sa refuze a-l lua la bord.

Since times forgotten, survivors of the great disasters told that they had met among the smoking ruins an old man dressed as a beggar. He was blind, deaf and silent the old man, and walked guided by a kangoch, that purple, slow entity, with two heads and eyes covered with quadruple scaly eyelids, which nobody knew whether it is rational or not. Neither man nor the kangoch were bothered by the deadly radiation, rumour had it that the countless doses absorbed over time had made them immortal.

 Alf - full
He always appeared on the condemned city’s streets in the evening before the very last night [2012?]; people knew then that they only had very little time left. Weird, but his presence aroused no panic; they all remained bewitched watching all the inhumanely beautiful spasms produced by the light organ that hung from the old man’s neck. Hands, like dried roots, caressed the flaps and the rays would flash, first green, then red, then yellow, then blue and green again, forming the Song of Death for those like dead. He’d travel with any spaceship that crossed his path and no commander ever dared to refuse to take him on board.

A very powerful image indeed.. Could it be the Pied Piper updated for the atomic age slightly older and with better tools of the trade? My illustration and comments notwithstanding (they were only added as connectors for the last poem), this is in my humble view one of the most endearing images of God created in sci-fi. Obviously, the old man is not necessarily God, he could simply be Destiny and the kangoch his hand, or Dãrâmaru (Ceausescu) or any other Dictator with architectural ambitions – or even Death with Scythe. Still, this imagery is present in many other works of art, such as below:



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If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

And yeah yeah God is great
yeah yeah
God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets

And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the Pope maybe in Rome

Daca Dumnezeu ar avea un nume, care ar fi
Si i l-ai spune in fata
Daca te-ai confrunta cu el în toata slava lui
Ce l-ai intreba daca ai avea doar o întrebare

Si mda, Dumnezeu este mare
Mda, mda
Dumnezeu este bun 
mda mda mda mda

Ce-ar fi daca Dumnezeu e (a fost?) unul dintre noi
Doar un fraier ca unul din noi
Doar un strain în autobuz
Încercand s-ajunga acasa

Daca Dumnezeu are fata cum ar arata
Si-ai dori sa vezi
Daca a vedea însemna ca va trebui sa crezi
În concepte precum raiul si în Isus si sfintii si toti proorocii

Si mda, Dumnezeu este mare
Mda, mda
Dumnezeu este bun 
mda mda mda mda

Ce-ar fi daca Dumnezeu e unul dintre noi
Doar o laba trista ca unul din noi
Doar un strain în autobuz
Încercand s-ajunga acasa

El încearca sa ajunga acasa
Înapoi in ceruri complet singur 
Nimeni nu-l suna pe mobil 
Cu exceptia poate a Papei de la Roma

Si mda, Dumnezeu este mare
Mda, mda
Dumnezeu este bun 
mda mda mda mda

Ce-ar fi daca Dumnezeu e unul dintre noi
Doar un boschetar ca unul din noi
Doar un strain în autobuz
Încercand s-ajung-acasa
Doar încercând s-ajung-acasa
La fel ca o piatra sfânta rostogolindu-se
Înapoi la cer de unul singur
Doar încercând s-ajung-acasa
Nimeni nu-l suna pe mobil 
Cu exceptia poate a Papei de la Roma

Song trivia:

This was written by Eric Bazilian, who was working on the album with Rob Hyman and Rick Chertoff. Says Bazilian, "For me, the song was more about what happens to you when you look at something that has completely changed your world view, which could be meeting God, it could be meeting an alien, it could be a near-death experience, it could be anything like that. Just how everything you know is wrong, or everything you know is right, and you didn't know it."

Hyman and Bazilian were members of The Hooters and along with Chertoff, collaborated on Cyndi Lauper's first album, She's So Unusual. They usually take a while to craft their songs, but occasionally one will come out quickly. One of these songs was "All You Zombies," which was The Hooters' first single and also contains lots of Biblical imagery. Says Bazilian, "I've written a decent number of 'God' songs, and I wrote a bunch of them after 'One Of Us,' except you'll never hear them because they're not as good. It's a strange thing. I could, and I often have, pointed to another hand guiding."

Bazilian: "It was January, 1994. My now-wife had just moved over from Sweden. We were watching The Making of Sgt. Pepper on TV, and when it ended, she expressed interest in the 4-track recording process - that documentary is mostly George Martin sitting at the Abbey Road 4-track console. I pointed at the mass of wires sitting on my dining room table, which was my porta-studio, and said, 'There you go, that's 4-track recording technology for you.' She asked me to record something, and that's when it happened. I had been playing the guitar riff all day and put a little track together. She said, 'Sing it,' and I said, 'You can't just sing, you have to write the song, you have to discuss the concept, you have to re-write then decide you were better in the first place.' Something snapped - I just put the thing in record and started singing and that's what came out. The verses came out in the first pass, the chorus came out in the second pass. The next day I went in. We took a break later in the afternoon and I decided to play it for everybody. I had no agenda, I just said, 'Hey, check out this weird song I wrote last night.' I played the recording I'd done, and Rick Chertoff looked up and said, 'Joan, do you think you could sing that?' She said, 'Yeah,' so I wrote the words out and played on the guitar as she sang it, and that was it. That was our first rough demo of it."

Osborne got her record deal after Rob Hyman saw her perform and brought her to the attention of Rick Chertoff, who by then was a producer at Polygram Records. She released one previous album on her own before working with Chertoff, Hyman and Bazilian on Relish.

Osborne, Bazilian, Hyman and Chertoff were right in the middle of writing other songs for the album, like "Right Hand Man," "St. Teresa," and "Ladder" when Bazilian got the idea for this. Says Eric, "My girlfriend, now wife, had picked me up at a session at Rob's house that day. When she walked in, I was playing that guitar riff. Part of writing that song was a reaction to being deep in this 4-way songwriting collaboration, which can get very draining."

Bazilian: "In my case, it's not a religious thing, I'm not a religious person. My relationship with the absolute is very private and personal. I'm not trying to bring anybody around to any way of thinking. You don't write songs like that, they write you. When I write songs, I don't have any agenda. I often learn a lot about what I'm thinking about any given issue from the songs I write about it. There was no conscious decision to write a song with the "G" word in it, but it ended up sort of summing up my world view inadvertently, just by the words that happened to pour out of me at the time." (Thanks to Eric for speaking with us about this song. For more, check out www.ericbazilian.com)

This is the theme song to the CBS TV show Joan Of Arcadia, which is about a young girl who encounters God in the form of everyday people. The producers thought this song fit perfectly with the show.

This earned Grammy nominations for Song Of The Year, Record Of The Year and Best Female Pop Vocal. Osborne was also nominated for Best New Artist and Relish for album of the year. None of them won, with Seal's "Kiss From A Rose" beating it for Song and Record Of The Year, Alanis Morissette winning Best Album and Hootie & the Blowfish winning Best New Artist.

This has been used in several movies, including Austin Powers, Vanilla Sky and Bruce Almighty.

On the album, before the song begins, a snippet of the Gospel song "Heaven's Airplane" is played. (thanks, Patrick - Tallapoosa, GA)

Prince covered this on his 1996 3-disc Emancipation album, changing the line "Just a SLOB like one of us" to "Just a SLAVE like one of us" in reference to him not owning the rights to his music when with Warner Brothers, which he viewed as "Artistic Slavery." (thanks, Paul - London, England)

This being said, we’re finally getting to this article’s raison d’etre. I recently discovered the following photos on one of my cybertrips. As I was looking at the photos, the dignified beauty and hanging charisma of the exhibitionist, combined with the absurdity of the situation and the clarity and detail of the photos immediately brought to my mind Sorescu’s poem, followed shortly thereafter by Joan Osborne’s song and ctp’s introduction to his short story. Enjoy, and make sure you visit the original website found in Sources, below.


The Halberd by Marin Sorescu

OldTimer 4Crowding in the trolley,
Big madhouse,
People with packages in their arms, 
With microbes
And, as I’m sitting,
Behind me,
A Santa with a spade -
No one knows what he needs it for.
He’s holding its tail
like a guard at
The royal tent. 
The old man’s as ancient as the universe, 
He has a large mole on his right eye,
And to top it all up, his hand is shaking.
"He’s gonna drop his shovel on my head 
-I think, to hell with him!"
He is otherwise a nice guy,
Even talkative.
Old timer talksHe says: "Don’t worry, I’m holding
this damn spade tightly." 
But still, from time to time
he drops it: bop, bop, bop!
Three quarters of the passengers 
have already been bombed. 
The old timer keeps
dropping the shovel,
Cursing and apologizing.
"I’m weak, God damn it,
But don’t worry,
Please do not be alarmed,
The goddamn spade
Hangin' aroundwon’t fall again 
Now and forever.
Can’t you see
how tightly I’m holding it? "
And just then-flop!
The road is full of potholes,
Jerks are jerks.
And this driver
doesn’t even notice,
He works his shift
and couldn’t care less: 
He carries passengers
dead or alive – same thing!
Otherwise I don’t get
why he never stops 
At any station,
Why he takes no breaks,
We could then get rid
of this decrepit killer,
Old Timer prim-planEspecially since, as I see,
he sort of liquidated every one,
and now he’s standing
right behind me
with his halberd --
“Driver, hey driver!"
But who can hear me?
The bus keeps going,
maybe his route is ‘til the very end.
Jerks redouble,
The old timer starts to talk to me,
He's becoming more and more polite
And we start discussing the weather.



Halebarda de Marin Sorescu

Ma que cosa?
Inghesuiala in troleibuz,
Balamuc mare,
Oameni cu pachete in brate,
Cu microbi
Si, cum stau eu pe scaun,
In spatele meu,
Un mos cu o cazma-
Naiba stie la ce-i trebuie
s-o care acasa.
O tine de coada ca pe-o halebarda
La usa cortului imparatesc.
E batran mosul de cand lumea,
Are o pata mare pe ochiul drept,
Ii mai tremura si mana pe deasupra.
“Asta acum o sa-mi scape
cazmaua in cap-
Ma gandesc, lua-l-ar dracu!”
El e un mosulica simpatic de altfel,
No photos, no comment, please!Politicos,
Vorbaret chiar.
Zice:” Nici o grija, tin cu strasnicie
de afurisita asta de cazma.”
Si cu toate astea,
din cand in cand o scapa:
poc, poc, poc!
Trei sferturi din pasageri
au fost deja bubuiti.
Mosul continua sa scape cazmaua,
S-o blesteme
si sa-si ceara scuze.
“Sunt neputincios, pacatele mele,
Dar n-aveti nici o grija,
Va rog frumos sa nu va alarmati,
Afurisita asta de cazma
n-o sa-mi mai scape
Acum si-n vecii vecilor.
Nu vedeti ce strans o tin?”
Oh MY God!Si tocmai atunci- pleosc!
Drumul e plin de gropi,
Hurducaturile sunt hurducaturi.
Si soferul asta nici nu observa,
El isi face cursa si ce sa-l intereseze:
Duce pasagerii vii
sau pasagerii morti- tot aia!
Altfel nu-mi explic
de ce nu opreste niciodata
In nici o statie,
De ce nu face o halta,
Am putea sa-l dam jos
pe criminalul asta ramolit,
Take that out of your mouth!!!Mai ales ca, dupa cate observ,
i-a cam lichidat pe toti,
si acum s-a protapit chiar in spatele meu
cu halebarda lui –
“Sofer, hei sofer!”
Dar te mai poate auzi cineva?
Autobuzul merge, poate
are plan sa mearga pana la capat.
Hurducaturile se intetesc,
Mosul a si intrat in vorba cu mine,
E din ce in ce mai politicos
Si incepem sa discutam despre vreme.


Please remember that everything shown above does not have a UNIQUE interpretation, though it could have an interpretation that’s unique to you. The poem has been discussed in , but that is, by no means, the sole interpretation. Let us not forget that Pied Piper’s flute is also a phallic object, much like the halberd. DevilShame on youHee heeYin Yang

Sources / More info: explicit-aurelM, wiki-1-of-us, song-facts-1-of-us, yt

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