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Quoth Not Quote

The mind is the Ark, the Flood is the world.
Every mind has a bible of its own. . . .
Why the ellipses?
There's more to it.
excuse this but it seems like we were working on similar poems:

Eden was a maze not a garden,
even the serpent was lost.
Naming things was just a distraction
and the rib business a bit of hocus-pocus
Adam’s first lesson was loneliness
So God made Eve
And Adam’s loneliness seemed to grow.
The serpent comes calling like a bad soft drink ad
Eve is sold after her taste test,
hard Apple cider laced with good and evil,
then we get Adam and Eve’s Very Very Bad Day,
since then we’ve been here on our global penal colony
like crickets in a hollow log.
A funhouse with mirrors. God is the serpent. Man named the serpent, like a blind man with the elephant's trunk.
God's reflection is the image. God is plural. 1=0. 2=1. Moon reflecting, Eye leaping in Love steps in through the out Door.
The Tree of Life is the one in the middle, the exit and the entrance.

I haven't been doing a lot of writing lately. What I have been doing is summarizing. Getting to the point. Later more and more will flow. Summarize has the word summer in it. And whenever I see Summer I masturbate. Or what I call: improvising.

Improving, impishly.

As I have on the Bible and other games.

Culture (or RE: ligion) is a Nail in the Eye. The Goat on a Hook.
(05-05-2021, 11:49 PM)rowens Wrote: [ -> ]A funhouse with mirrors. God is the serpent. Man named the serpent, like a blind man with the elephant's trunk.
God's reflection is the image. God is plural. 1=0. 2=1. Moon reflecting, Eye leaping in Love steps in through the out Door.
The Tree of Life is the one in the middle, the exit and the entrance.

I haven't been doing a lot of writing lately. What I have been doing is summarizing. Getting to the point. Later more and more will flow. Summarize has the word summer in it. And whenever I see Summer I masturbate. Or what I call: improvising.

Improving, impishly.

As I have on the Bible and other games.

Culture (or RE: ligion) is a Nail in the Eye. The Goat on a Hook.

What do you mean you masturbate? That is too much information.
Majestic Sun, if you find Rowens' mention of masturbation too much information, you probably shouldn't ask what he means by it.
It's elephants all the way down. And the one on top has a broken husk, I mean tusk.

It's the Nature of a Camel in Moonlight to squeeze through an Eye as thick as a Tack.

Masturbation isn't information, it's knowledge, carnal knowledge, of myself. If you know, what does that mean?

By the way, the Window isn't the Star. The Walrus isn't Paul.

Zooey Deschanel is the Goat. At least where I am.

Faith is the Eight

And my penis isn't an eye or a yack, I mean tack. In case you get ideas.
Rowens, don't stop there i want more!

I'm going to print out your text here and put it on my wall.  I'm inspired.

Then again, you've given enough for one day: great stuff wherever it came from.
Are you talking to Leaf?

Summer is a real person, and a trope in my poetry. Apparently that's problematic, but only apparently.
It's fashionable currently for genuine love poetry to be considered stalking. Ask Emily Browning. But satire is still allowed by law. For the time being, I'll write love poems disguised as satires.
(05-06-2021, 03:41 AM)Leaf Wrote: [ -> ]Majestic Sun, if you find Rowens' mention of masturbation too much information, you probably shouldn't ask what he means by it.

I think about half of Dylan Thomas' first book of poems, 18 Poems, were actually about or at least mention masturbation.  And they are great poems.
There is no difference.

The same and different.

I've also still not fully finished Genet's Library, another poem, about my magpiety and fluff gathering.
A Rowens/Tranquillity Base cut-up:



The Goat. At least plural. 1=0. 2=1. Moon the one on top, the one in the RE: ligion) is a known, Eden was a middle exit and since then we’ve been penal colony.   

Like crickets Love steps in through writing. What mirrors?  God is the Naming  Thing, just a distraction and the taste test, a hard apple serpent, like a blind man and other games. 

Culture (or Summarize has the word out Door. The rib business is a bit a reason, and it’s Tree of Life is Tack.  Masturbation isn't information in a hollow log. God's reflection is the other, everything happens after that here on our globe as thick as a Not God.

A funhouse with a squeeze through an Eye.    We only have each been doing a lot all the way down. And reflecting, Eye leaping on a Camel in Moonlight.  I mean tusk. It's Hook. Its elephants  are all stars. 

The Walrus isn't God, but he made Eve and cider laced with good on the Bible and impishly.  The serpent was a lost lesson in loneliness.  Man named the Goat on a Nail in the Eye. 

This Very Very Bad Day is summarizing Zooey Deschanel as an eye or a yack, Adam’s loneliness seemed to calling like a bad “where am I?”.  

Faith has summer in it. And Here where everything matters the point is later more and more will flow. Of myself.   The serpent comes of hocus-pocus, Adam’s first masturbation. Or what man with the elephant's entrance to carnal knowledge, and evil, then my penis isn't an Adam. 

In the Window isn't that the broken husk I call improvising. Improving, not a garden, by the way, but a soft drink named Eve.
It's a good thing Paul isn't in there. He would have exchanged our condom of tacks for a crown of thorns.
Interesting cut-up there. I haven't read much of Dylan Thomas, but I remember 'Fern Hill' from school. Is that masturbatory? It wasn't taught as such, but it might be, I suppose.

Once, in English class, the teacher took off his belt while reading a poem. We weren't sure what was going to happen, but it turned out he just needed to turn it round and refasten it. One of those weird moments.
Fern Hill was a late poem. He'd masturbated in his wife into the development of a child by then.
(05-07-2021, 02:40 AM)Leaf Wrote: [ -> ]Interesting cut-up there. I haven't read much of Dylan Thomas, but I remember 'Fern Hill' from school. Is that masturbatory? It wasn't taught as such, but it might be, I suppose.

Once, in English class, the teacher took off his belt while reading a poem. We weren't sure what was going to happen, but it turned out he just needed to turn it round and refasten it. One of those weird moments.

My hero bares his nerves
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.

And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on lovelorn paper......

It's usually submerged like this, the beginning of the most obvious example, "My Hero Bares His Nerves".  As Rowens says he grew out of it thanks to Caitlin Thomas.
Not his best poems, but pretty darn amazing.
(05-05-2021, 11:01 PM)rowens Wrote: [ -> ]Quoth Not Quote

The mind is the Ark, the Flood is the world.
Every mind has a bible of its own. . . .

"But", I quote, "thieves relieve, they don't believe." Or did I just quoth?

Shhh-
... Mark
One theif...

Never mind

Did I ever tell you the Doctrine of the Three Crosses.
'He'd masturbated in his wife,' writes rowens. Do I hear Germaine Greer?

TqB, over the years various illnesses and medications have destroyed my drive in that direction. But I appreciate Dylan Thomas' technique. Literary technique.
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