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When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

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“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

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There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men. Giants. By force. By force. The kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, And the violent take it by force. By force. By force. And the violent take it by force. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

Metamorphoses, of Ovid and of Jupiter's seduction: For is it not known that Levant is the birthplace of Europa? Europa, also Levant, and Tyre? Page | 3 ‘’And gradually she lost her fear, and he Offered his breast for her virgin caresses, His horns for her to wind with chains of flowers Until the princess dared to mount his back Her pet bull's back, unwitting whom she rode. Then - slowly, slowly down the broad, dry beach First in the shallow waves the great god set His spurious hooves, then sauntered further out 'til in the open sea he bore his prize Fear filled her heart as, gazing back, she saw The fast receding sands. Her right hand grasped A horn, the other lent upon his back Her fluttering tunic floated in the breeze.’’ Of our legends: Europa, Levant and Tyre. Is it not even said? It is said. For is it not known that Levant is the birthplace of Europa. Even Europa. Europa, also Levant, and Tyre? Of our legends: Europa, Levant and Tyre. Of our legends.

At the hill of foreskins, A bridegroom of blood. And there is a pacifier in the mouth of this god of war. And it came to pass, on the way to the lodging place, that the Lord met him and sought to kill him. At the hill of foreskins, there is a well and there you will find like scarecrows transfixed, the seven daughters of Jethro. These are the seven cryptic hysterics at the well, their laughter like a jagged grief let loose and striking the heavens in its gut, the heavens in its gut and these seven cryptic hysterics, transfixed scarecrows stand right there on the hill of foreskins. And have you not heard, do you not know it that Moses is the new Oedipus. A priest of Median had seven daughters who would go to the watering hole with their flocks. They were shepherdesses these seven daughters. Seven cryptic hysterics at the well on the hill of foreskins. Shepherdesses. Husbandmen, you might say. Husbandmen. And it came to pass, on the way to the lodging place, that the Lord met him and sought to kill him.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

Pacify the god of Iron. Of iron. The god of iron. Pacify the god of Iron. A pacifier in his mouth. Grab a stone. A flint. Let blood, blood, blood, let blood cold by the foreskins to pacify this god. Let blood. Let blood. Let blood and let war. Cold war. Cold war. Cold war and cold blooded, pacify this god by flinging a bloody foreskin at his feet, a pacifier in his mouth, Page | 4 saying to him, saying; A bridegroom of blood thou art to me. A bridegroom. And blood. Blood. Blood. A bridegroom of blood. That the Cushite woman take a sharp knives, a stone, a flint of some sort and ruthlessly circumcise him a second time, a second time and cast the foreskin upon the hill of foreskins, so that blood, blood. Blood cold let by the foreskins let to pacify this god. At the hill of foreskins, A bridegroom of blood. And there is a pacifier in the mouth of this god of war. At the hill of foreskins, there is a well and there you will find like scarecrows transfixed, the seven daughters of Jethro. These are the seven cryptic hysterics at the well, their laughter like a jagged grief let loose and striking the heavens in its gut, the heavens in its gut and these seven cryptic hysterics, transfixed scarecrows stand right there on the hill of foreskins. And have you not heard, do you not know it that Moses is the new Oedipus. A priest of Median had seven daughters who would go to the watering hole with their flocks. They were shepherdesses these seven daughters. Seven cryptic hysterics at the well on the hill of foreskins. Shepherdesses. Husbandmen, you might say. Husbandmen. And it came to pass, on the way to the lodging place, that the Lord met him and sought to kill him. At the hill of foreskins, there is a pacifier in the mouth of this god of war. At the hill of foreskins, there is a well and there you will find like scarecrows transfixed, the seven daughters of Jethro. These are the seven cryptic hysterics at the well, their laughter like a jagged grief let loose and striking the heavens in its gut, the heavens in its gut and these seven cryptic hysterics, transfixed scarecrows stand right there on the hill of foreskins. And have you not heard, do you not know it that Moses is the new Oedipus. Moses is the new Oedipus, who repents and takes on a cushite for wife, a cushite, a sphinx, of the most distant parts of AEthiopia. The Sphinx. A monstrous being of Greek mythology, is said to have been a daughter of Orthus and Chimaera, born in the country of the Arimi, or of Typhon and Echidna, or lastly of Typhon and Chimaera. She is said to have come from the most distant part of AEthiopia. South and southern still. Southernmost. And it came to pass, on the way to the lodging place, that the Lord met him and sought to kill him.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

That the Cushite woman take a sharp knives, a stone, a flint of some sort and ruthlessly circumcise him a second time, a second time and cast the foreskin upon the hill of foreskins, so that blood, blood. Blood cold let by the foreskins let to pacify this god. Page | 5

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is; Without number. Worlds Lie in this bosom like children.

The other shoe. Mahlon's widow, Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. In the cornfields of the countryland of Moab, there is God and there is husbandry. And unto that man that will not build up his brother's house his name shall be called in Israel, the house of him that hath his shoe loosed. A patriarch of Bethlehem-Judah sojourned in the country of Moab. The patriarch, he, and his wife, and his two sons, his wife, sojourned in the countryland of Moab. The patriarch, his wife soon a widow, suddenly unmastered, his wife sought two women for her sons and they took them wives of the women of Moab; the name of the one was Orpah, and the name of the other Ruth: and they dwelled there about ten years. Her sons died, and since there were no worthy masters, patriarchs or husbands in the land, she decided to return unto the land of Judah.

Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. In the cornfields of the countryland of Moab, there is God and there is husbandry and Naomi repents of her name. Naomi now Mara. And unto that man that will not build up his brother's house his name shall be called in Israel, the house of him that hath his shoe loosed. A patriarch of Bethlehem-Judah sojourned in the countryland of Moab. In the countryland of Moab where two sisters. Ruth and Orpah. It was of the time of the sitting and council of the Judges. The council, their sitting, their rod and their staff as famine lion-like, famine like a lion, prowled the land. In those days, famine, in those days in the countryland of Moab, “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

famine prowled lion-like in the countryland, this famine, ruthless and prawling, which came to make Naomi repent of her name. Naomi now Mara for she is no longer the gracious one. No, no. She is no longer the delightful one. She is all bitter. Bitter like a leaf. So bitter. So that our Ruth is Mara, the bitter one. Page | 6

In the countryland of Moab. In the countryland of Moab where two sisters. Ruth and Orpah. It was of the time of the sitting and council of the Judges. The council, their sitting, their rod and their staff. Naomi, now Mara, Mara, Ruth having repented of her name, Ruth, she and her sons, her two sons Mahlon, and Chilion. If brethren dwell together, and one of them die, and have no child, the wife of the dead shall not marry without unto a stranger: her husband's brother shall go in unto her, and take her to him to wife, and perform the duty of an husband's brother unto her. And it shall be, that the firstborn which she beareth shall succeed in the name of his brother which is dead, that his name be not put out of Israel. And unto that man that will not build up his brother's house his name shall be called in Israel, The house of him that hath his shoe loosed.

Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. In the cornfields of the countryland of Moab, there is God and there is husbandry and Naomi repents of her name. Naomi now Mara. And unto that man that will not build up his brother's house his name shall be called in Israel, the house of him that hath his shoe loosed. In the cornfields of the countrylands of Moab, Naomi, herself unmastered, no husband, no sons to call her own, Naomi, beleaguered with two women, Naomi beleaguered and the two women bereft and tugging at her apron strings. The two women, they are sisters these two women; Orpah and Ruth, each bereft although native and all the while Naomi, though in and out of law, mother, Naomi in truth was foreign to the countrylands of Moab. In the cornfields of the countrylands of Moab, Naomi, herself unmastered, no husband, no sons to call her own, Naomi, beleaguered with two women, Noami, standing in the clearing, in the clearing and around and about her the corn, feeling foreign, urges the sisters on, her daughters-in-law urging them on to return to mothers of their own, where to become behold, to a man, a master, the cloth of husbandry.

Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. In the cornfields of the countryland of Moab, there is God and there is husbandry and Naomi repents of her name. Naomi now Mara. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

And unto that man that will not build up his brother's house his name shall be called in Israel, the house of him that hath his shoe loosed.

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Mahlon's widow, Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. God and husbandry in the cornfields of the countryland of Moab.

Y’all gon git with god. With god or a husband. One and then the other. With god or a husband. One way or the other. Those of your country or of your dead husbands. But some gods of a kind. Some such. You’s gon’ get with one. A god, and then also a husband. Find him a good man with a good occupation, go in to him and uncover his feet while he be sleeping, discover his feet and then uncover them, uncover them and ask that he spread you upon the threshing floor and then his cloak over you. His cloak overcoming you. Overcoming and then coming upon you. Cloak. Cloacae. And other things. Y’all caynt live without them. Y’all need you gods and husbands. Remember? And your desire shall be to your husband. You ain’t got or getting no mind of your own. No will, no wit and no way ‘round that. And believe you me, … And I have lived your age. … Believe that.

Mahlon's widow, Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. God and husbandry in the cornfields of the countryland of Moab.

Y’all gon git with god. With god or a husband. One and then the other. With god or a husband. One way or the other. Those of your country or of your dead husbands. But some gods of a kind. Some such. You’s gon’ get with one. A god, and then also a husband. Wash thyself therefore, and anoint thee, and put thy raiment upon thee, and get thee down to the floor: but make not thyself known unto the man, until he shall have done eating and drinking. And it shall be, when he lieth down, that thou shalt mark the place where he shall lie, and thou shalt go in, and uncover his feet, and lay thee down; and he will tell thee what thou shalt do. And she said unto her, All that thou sayest unto me I will do. And she went down unto the floor, and did according to all that her mother in law bade her. And when Boaz had eaten and drunk, and his heart was merry, he went to lie down at the end of the heap of corn: and she came softly, and uncovered his feet, and laid her down. And it came to pass at midnight, that the man was afraid, and turned himself: and, behold, a woman lay at his feet. And she lay at his feet until the morning: and she rose up before one could know another. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

And he said, Let it not be known that a woman came into the floor. The two sisters, Naomi, her daughters-in-law, Orpah, leaving off with the tugging, leaving off from Naomi. Naomi, an apron-string abandoned half-heartedly amidst the drooping Page | 8 corn and then dragging on the ground, Orpah, her neck, her neck, her nigger-neck, gazellelike and half-hearted, half-hearted and regretful retreating amidst the drooping and mournful stalks of corn while Ruth, steadfast, sudden widow but still husbanded by his household, shackled by the spirit and the letter of the law, Levirate or not. Ruth her song amidst the drooping corn entreating, entreating for Ruth will not retreat. Ruth, tall, a shawl of the bark of accursed fig trees. Ruth, a pillar of salt breaking the letter and the spirit of the law of the land. The salt of the earth and of the dead. Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me. Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. In the cornfields of the countryland of Moab, there is God and there is husbandry. And unto that man that will not build up his brother's house his name shall be called in Israel, the house of him that hath his shoe loosed.

Mahlon's widow, Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. God and husbandry in the cornfields of the countryland of Moab.

Ruth and Naomi to Bethlehem. And soon Ruth to the fields gleaning barley on the property of Boaz, Ruth soon to be his property. Of all which they chose. They chose. They chose. Of all which they chose. And they took them wives of all which they chose. And Ruth, sleeping beauty and sleeping walking to wake the feet of Boaz, uncover them against the cold, and ask that he spread his cloak over her. On the threshing floor, cloak and cloaca. The house of Judah. The House of David.

Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. In the cornfields of the countryland of Moab, there is God and there is husbandry.

Mahlon's widow, Ruth, is waiting for the cloak over him to cover her. God and country. God and husbandry in the barleyfields of the countryland of Boaz. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

In the cornfields of the countryland of Moab, there is God and there is husbandry. The other shoe. Mahlon's widow, Ruth, is waiting for the other shoe to drop. God and country. Page | 9

My perfume, my box alabaster and my dirty linen in public, in public and full-frontal. The hem of your cloak, Ointment from my box alabaster and an honest woman of me. If I washed and perfumed your feet would you forgive me? If I allowed you husbandry over me would you make an honest woman of me? Would the laundry have been done? The laundry, the laundry, that and my reputation? Beautiful husbandman, grand this man, grand and a man of the world. A worldly man, grand and standing tall, a whole head above all of the man, ... Grand and whole head taller than all in this a man’s world. It is he this Master of Israel become my lover, cloak and dagger in a man’s world and I hold in my bosom my lover’s reputation, ... Master of Isreal, my lover, a man of inordinate adulation in all of the land, in all of the land, the whole land, the whole world. The hem of his cloak. Ointment from my box alabaster. Because of him, my perfume, my box alabaster of essential oils and my dirty linen in public, in public and full-frontal. And I pray that he makes an honest woman of me, and honest woman while down on my knees, way down on my ways, while his ego fills my mind and I froth at the mouth, on the mouth, gagging like a braced animal, as I on my knees lavish his reputation with praise exorbitant. If I washed and perfumed your feet would you forgive me? If I allowed you husbandry over me would you make an honest woman of me? Would the laundry have been done? The laundry, the laundry, that and my reputation? Beautiful husbandman. The cold air barges in and the men stone upon stone, the men plucking stone from the walls and from the fences, the men plucking stone from the ground, snatching them from the grip of the earth, … That the earth, that the earth open up and swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, that the earth open up and swallow me.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

The cold air barges in and the men stone upon stone, the men plucking stone from the walls and from the fences, the men plucking stone from the ground, snatching them from the grip of the earth, he only breastplate that comes to mind, the only one to cover my nakedness is my confession, my nakedness and my innocence in this matter and grand jury. Page | 10

That the earth, that the earth open up and swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, that the earth open up and swallow me. The earth, the only breastplate that comes to mind, the only one to cover my nakedness is my confession, my nakedness and my innocence in this matter and grand jury, … I have sinned, I have committed adultery, ... I am cast out, bruises bleeding, … I am cast out on the outskirts, struck by lightning, struck and stranded amongst the corn, I am Ruth among the corn, ears of corn grieving and their dirge mournful choruses, accents in the heavens and I, amidst the corn, I am trapped in the claws of the law, an outcast, an outcast amidst scraggly shadows and scarecrows in the twilight, the scraggly moors of this countryside and outskirts. Beautiful husbandman. The cold air barges in and the men stone upon stone, the men plucking stone from the walls and from the fences, the men plucking stone from the ground, snatching them from the grip of the earth, he only breastplate that comes to mind, the only one to cover my nakedness is my confession, my nakedness and my innocence in this matter and grand jury. Because of him, my perfume, my box alabaster of essential oils and my dirty linen in public, in public and full-frontal. The hem of your cloak, Ointment from my box alabaster and an honest woman of me. If I washed and perfumed your feet would you forgive me? If I allowed you husbandry over me would you make an honest woman of me? Would the laundry have been done? The laundry, the laundry, that and my reputation?

Beautiful husbandman, grand this man, grand and a man of the world. A worldly man, grand and standing tall, a whole head above all of the man, ... Grand and whole head taller than all in this a man’s world. It is he this Master of Israel become my lover, cloak and dagger in a man’s world and I hold in my bosom my lover’s reputation, ... Master of Isreal, my lover, a man of inordinate adulation in all of the land, in all of the land, the whole land, the whole world. The hem of his cloak. Ointment from my box alabaster. Because of him, my perfume, my box alabaster of essential oils and my dirty linen in public, in public and full-frontal. His ego fills my mind and I froth at the mouth as I on my knees lavish his reputation with praise exorbitant. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

If I allowed you husbandry over me would you make an honest woman of me? Would the laundry have been done? The laundry, the laundry, that and my reputation? Against the elements I protect my lover, him and his reputation, as I wandering the lonely Page | 11 moors, the moon on my mind, my waters breaking, my waters and I breaking womb, breaking and bleeding tomb, as I and my mind, a wandering womb upon the moors, as I become one with hysteria and there where the spirit and the letter of the law has no jurisdiction, there to give birth and life to my lover, there to strangle the life within the moon, asphyxiate the breathe out of its lungs with the serpentine blue-blooded cord umbilical and bury my reputation. I hold in my bosom my lover’s reputation, ... Master of Isreal, my lover, a man of inordinate adulation in all of the land, in all of the land, the whole land, the whole world … The hem of his cloak. Ointment from my box alabaster. Because of him, my perfume, my box alabaster of essential oils and my dirty linen in public, in public and full-frontal. His ego fills my mind and I froth at the mouth as I on my knees lavish his reputation with praise exorbitant. … I am cast out on the outskirts, struck by lightning, struck and stranded amongst the corn, I am Ruth among the corn, ears of corn grieving and their dirge mournful choruses, accents in the heavens and I, amidst the corn, I am trapped in the claws of the law, an outcast, an outcast amidst scraggly shadows and scarecrows in the twilight, the scraggly moors of this countryside and outskirts. If I washed and perfumed your feet would you forgive me? If I allowed you husbandry over me would you make an honest woman of me? Would the laundry have been done? The laundry, that and my reputation?

There is the House of Mercy by the Sheep Gate at Bethesda. Waiting for the troubling of the water there where angels have trod. The pools near the Sheep Gate, the portico, its five colonnades. Bethesda. There is the House of Mercy by the Sheep Gate at Bethesda. A place of grace. A place for the granting of healing. There where we stand and join hands waiting for the troubling of the water there where angels have trod. Waiting for the troubling of the water there where angels have “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

trod, knowing that the sons of thunder, the sons of Zebedee, the violent men take it by force. They take it by force. They take their blessing by force and by thunder. Go! Go! Go! Page | 12 By force. By force.

The kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, And the violent take it by force. By force. By force. And the violent take it by force. There is the House of Mercy by the Sheep Gate at Bethesda. Waiting for the troubling of the water there where angels have trod. The pools near the Sheep Gate, the portico, its five colonnades. Bethesda. There is the House of Mercy by the Sheep Gate at Bethesda. A place of grace. A place for the granting of healing. There where we stand and join hands waiting for the troubling of the water there where angels have trod. Go! Go! Go! I will not let thee go, except thou bless me. What is thy name? By force. By force. The kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, And the violent take it by force. By force. By force. And the violent take it by force.

Today is the day I am spoken for. My mother's children were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. Today is the day I am spoken for. Black and comely, I am spoken for. We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. Page | 13

Today is the day I am spoken for. Black and comely, I am spoken for. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel. They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night. We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. My mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. Today is the day I am spoken for. Black and comely, I am spoken for. I am spoken for. And I am not here. Later I passed by, and when I looked at you and saw that you were old enough for love, I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your nakedness. I gave you my solemn oath and entered into a covenant with you, declares the Sovereign Lord, and you became mine. Ezekiel 16:8

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

The last supper with the boys. Albatrosses and crucifixes at Golgotha and beyond. Page | 14 I know a lady in Venice would have walked

barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Mary Magdalen. Lazarus, of Bethania, of the town of Mary, the town and the country of Martha her sister. Mercy! … Lord, have mercy. Seven devils. Seven. Seven devils cast out and her sister sits at the feet of the lord, while Magdalen, Mary Magdalen at Golgotha and their brother in swaddle cloth, swaddle and near utero, swaddle, in utero and a tomb stuffed pure linen, white, old and tinted otherworldly hues of gold. Mary, her box alabaster of healing salves and oils, her flowing hair the color of the ochre of the earth for towel, dotes on the feet of her near-husband, while Martha, her eyes full of worship and her mind hungry for more, for more and wishful thinking an invite to the last supper with the boys, her eyes full of worship, her heart lip-service to the spirit and the letter of the law, the spirit and the letter of the law and wishful thinking an invite, an invite and an other things, other things like boys, boys and men, boys become men and vice versa, while this here Martha wishful thinking an invite and an other things decked with apostle and penis envy. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. It was the last supper with the boys, and the master, his feet bedecked with oils alabaster and doted on with flowing hair the color of the ochre of the earth for towel, by this master, the apostles come to sit and meat while Martha beside herself with penis envy and Mary, eating her heart out, her heart ate out all the while feasting on the sweet salt of her scarlet tears. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. The last supper with the boys. Albatrosses and crucifixes at Golgotha and beyond. Woman, behold your son: behold your mother. Today you will be with me in paradise.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

The moon and the womb. Giants and Mons Veneris. Hysteria is Delilah, of the daughters of the EarthMother. Delilah and Samson. And in all the world today, a giant sleeps on her knees, like a babe, he sleeps on her knees. Page | 15

The blood of men grows and diminishes with the light of the moon, while leaves and herbage also feel the same influence. Delilah, of the Daughters of the earth, and in all the world today, a giant sleeps on her knees, like a babe, he sleeps on her knees. In all Israel today, a giant sleeps on her knees, like a babe, he sleeps on her knees. In all philistine today, a giant sleeps on her knees, on Delilah’s knees, like a babe, he sleeps on her knees. The moon and the womb. Giants and Mons Veneris. Hysteria is Delilah, of the daughters of the EarthMother. Delilah and Samson. Samson is become Oedipus, Oedipus and upon Jocasta’s primordial mound, upon her mons veneris, Oedipus upon her mons veneris, the stem of his brain. The stem of his brain. Overnight, Samson, become Oedipus, his eye plucked out, broken and gouged out, Samson is blinded and enchained, gnashing of teeth, his strength leaving him woman, woman as he was when she first loved him, in utero, woman, in a time so long ago it is out of mind, out of mind and out of time. Dedicated as a Nazirite from the womb to the day of his death; Samson forbidden to touch wine or cut his hair. The blood of men grows and diminishes with the light of the moon, while leaves and herbage also feel the same influence. The beginning. In the beginning. In the beginning there were Giants in the land. Giants, the sons of God. The daughters of the EarthMother. And they took them wives of all which they chose. Giants. There were giants in the earth in those days: and also mighty men which were of old, men of renown. The former siblings of God, well before Ju-Pater. Ju-Pater the same which is Jahve also known as Jove. Gubernatorial, skyward, they were surnamed the governing ones. Emmanu-el, Micha-el, the one who is like God, Jove. And Ur-i-el, the flame of God. The flame of God. Rame-el, whose name means morning of God and who became Azaz-el, A-zaz-el, the haughty and egotistical strength of Jahve. Egotistical, this strength of God. God who is JuPater. The moon and the womb. Giants and Mons Veneris. Hysteria is Delilah, of the daughters of the EarthMother. Delilah and Samson. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

She is Daughter of the Earth. The Earth is her Mother. Delilah, while he Samson, Samson become Oedipus, while Samson dedicated as a Nazirite from the womb to the day of his death; Samson forbidden to touch wine or cut his hair. Delilah. Delilah. Incognito, this Delilah. Incognito and anonyme, anonyme like any one of the lilies of the valley of Sorek, Page | 16 anonyme and cloaked, harlot yet virgin to husbandry. There were giants in the earth in those days, giants, mighty men of renown, of the rivals of the gods; men tall, massive and handsome in stature, gubernatorial, and surnamed the governing ones, of the governing ones, one of whom was taken, smitten, spell-bound by Delilah. The blood of men grows and diminishes with the light of the moon, while leaves and herbage also feel the same influence. Return, return, return him, Samson, return him Nicodemus-like a second time into the womb. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is; Without number. Worlds Lie in this bosom like children. Delilah’s desire whale-like and just as unruly, Delilah, of the Earth, of the Daughters of the Earth, Delilah her Mother the Earth without its moon. Even before the war, the loot, the booty, the plunder. Eleven hundred pieces of silver. Delilah, Delilah, girdles and luxurious linens, cloaked as harlot yet virgin to husbandry. There were giants in the earth in those days, giants, mighty men of renown, of the rivals of the gods; men tall, massive and handsome in stature, gubernatorial, and surnamed the governing ones, of the governing ones, one of whom was taken, smitten, spell-bound by Delilah. Samson. The blood of men grows and diminishes with the light of the moon, while leaves and herbage also feel the same influence. Delilah, Delilah. Delilah, she is the one who uproots and weakens. Delilah, Delilah. Delilah, she who first uprooted and weakened. And Samson lay till midnight, and arose at midnight, and took the doors of the gate of the city, and the two posts, and went away with them, bar and all, and put them upon his shoulders, and carried them up to the top of an hill that is before Hebron.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

The moon and the womb. Giants and Mons Veneris. Hysteria is Delilah, of the daughters of the EarthMother. Delilah and Samson. Delilah, of the Daughters of the earth, and in all the world today, a giant sleeps on her knees, like a babe, he sleeps on her knees. In all Israel today, a giant sleeps on her knees, Page | 17 like a babe, he sleeps on her knees. In all philistine today, a giant sleeps on her knees, on Delilah’s knees, like a babe, he sleeps on her knees. Samson is become Oedipus, Oedipus and upon Jocasta’s primordial mound, upon her mons veneris, Oedipus upon her mons veneris, the stem of his brain. The stem of his brain. Overnight, Samson, become Oedipus, his eye plucked out, broken and gouged out, Samson is blinded and enchained, gnashing of teeth, his strength leaving him woman, woman as he was when she first loved him, in utero, woman, in a time so long ago it is out of mind, out of mind and out of time. Dedicated as a Nazirite from the womb to the day of his death; Samson forbidden to touch wine or cut his hair. The blood of men grows and diminishes with the light of the moon, while leaves and herbage also feel the same influence. Return, return, return him, Samson, return him Nicodemus-like a second time into the womb. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is; Without number. Worlds Lie in this bosom like children.

Son of David, What manner of man are you? Hysteria is the moon. Woman with an issue of blood. There is an ache that rocks the cradle of me, rocks the cradle of me and rules my mind. There is an ache that tugs at my apron strings, my mind strings, heart strings, moon strings, womb strings, Hermes’ strings, puppet and strumpeting this ache. There is an ache that rocks the cradle of me, rocks the cradle of me and rules my mind, an ache that struts its stuff in my face, in my face, in my gut and to my face. There is an ache “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

that stuffs its face feeding on my insides, ribs and throat, my back, gut, sides and backsides, draining me of my blood, blood, blood, blood. Of my blood and joy, my blood and joy, my breasts of the milk for my own and my mind of ways and means qualified. Page | 18

There is an ache that rocks the cradle of me. Rocks the cradle of me and rules my mind, the very seat of me. It is stuck in my throat, in my throat where my voice lost, my throat where no Adam’s apple. I stick my forefinger grown lean and scarecrow down my throat to bring back and out, regurgitate memories and ceremonies ritual, that or then a dirge, an elegy fighting to be heard in signs and wonders misdirected by gut-seated feelings, gut-seated and guttered. There is an ache that rocks the cradle of me, rocks the cradle of me and rules my mind. There is an ache that tugs at my apron strings, my mind strings, heart strings, moon strings, womb strings, Hermes’ strings, puppet and strumpeting this ache. I am the woman with an issue of blood. And you this son of David, what manner of man are you?

Angels in drag, in plain sight and the plains of Mamre. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, in men’s clothes and in plain sight and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre. There were angels in drag come to Mamre, angels trolling this cock-pit of a city, depraved this city, debauched and depraved this city. Angels in drag. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, in men’s clothes and in plain sight and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre. The men of the city. The men of the city. This most debauched and then most depraved city. But before they lay down, the men of the city, the men of Sodom, both young and old, all the people to the last man, surrounded the house; and they called to Lot, "Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us, that we may know them and have sex with them, intercourse and then sex with them, discourses and intercourses with men in angel drags, and then sex with these angels in drag.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, in men’s clothes and in plain sight and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre. Abrahams nephew, his wife craving salt and the pillars that uphold the foundations of Sodom and the roofs of Gomorrah, Abraham’s nephew, his two virgin daughters … But no, Page | 19 the me of the city, the men of this cockpit, they threatened to do much worse, worse, much, much worse, and they would break down the door. Break down the door? Yes, break down the door. Break it down. Breaking in and entering, and there do much, much worse. … Whereupon the men are struck blind by the Angels in drag. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, in men’s clothes and in plain sight and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre. And Abraham’s nephew, gathering his family left the city, this cockpit, a most depraved city, making their escape, Abraham’s nephew, craving salt and the pillars that uphold the foundations of Sodom and the roofs of Gomorrah, also fire and brimstone, and angels in drag. Angels in drag. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre who barked at Abraham’s nephew saying Nay; but we will abide in the street all night. The streets? Yes, in the streets. Angels in drag. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, angels who themselves craving depravity, craving the men of this most debauched and then the most depraved city, the men of this cockpit, craving the life of a city chockfull to its neck and strangled by depravity. We will to abide in the street all night. "Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us, that we may know them and have sex with them, intercourse and then sex with them, discourses and intercourses with men in angel drags, and then sex with these angels in drag. Angels in drag, in plain sight and the plains of Mamre. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, in men’s clothes and in plain sight and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre. There were angels in drag come to Mamre, angels trolling this cock-pit of a city, depraved this city, debauched and depraved this city. Angels in drag. Angels in men’s clothes and in plain sight, in men’s clothes and in plain sight and not so long ago in the plains of Mamre.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

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Golgotha and Down-Under. Anthropophagi, Albatrosses and crucifixes. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Helena. Helena the wandering Jew, wandering as the moon-womb in the cosmos, Helena she wandered, her own womb wandering about, her womb wandering Jew and hysteric, in her cosmos below, ... Helena of Constantinople. mother of Emperor Constantine, Constantine the first. Saint Helena. Helena of Constantinople. Stabularia Helena. Keeper of the inn. Helena, bona stabularia in humble clothes, washed out linen waiting on the tables and the stabularia. Good and faithful servant. Faithful and high fidelity. There is no room in the inn tonight. You might want to share my room? I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Helena. Helena the wandering Jew, wandering as the moon-womb in the cosmos, Helena she wandered, her own womb wandering about, her womb wandering Jew and hysteric, in her cosmos below, ... Helena of Constantinople. Mother of Emperor Constantine, Constantine the first. Saint Helena. Helena of Constantinople. Of our legends: Is it not said that Levant is the birthplace of Europa? Even Europa. Europa, also Levant, and Tyre? Helena. Helena the wandering Jew, wandering as the moon-womb in the cosmos, Helena she wandered, her own womb wandering about, her womb wandering Jew and hysteric, in her cosmos below, ... Helena of Constantinople. mother of Emperor Constantine, Constantine the first. Saint Helena. Helena of Constantinople. Stabularia Helena. Keeper of the inn. Golgotha and Down-Under. Anthropophagi, Albatrosses and crucifixes. A second time into the womb. Woman, behold your son: behold your mother.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

From Golgotha to America. Relics enough to build a cross, a barque across to the statue of liberty. Emperor Hadrian has been through town. Jerusalem was on her knees and was showing obvious signs that Hadrian had been through town, plundered and pillaged the town at Page | 21 night, in the middle of the night, the middle of the night and pants down, and taken the daughters of Jerusalem wives, wives, taken them wives, and wives of all which he chose. Husbandry. Husbandry and then usury. An issue of blood. An issue of blood. An issue of blood and five, five, five, five husbands. And Helena, with her rod and her staff, she with her tube fallopian full-frontal and her pair of ovaries descending, she held her staff to the distaff saying, Destroy Hadrian’s wall and cult and I will raise it in three days. Destroy Hadrian’s wall and cult. His wall and cult. His wall and cult. and I will raise it in three days. And the women of Jerusalem, the women, on their knees and their crying pleas, their crying please, their hands to the helm of her coat, the helm of her cloak, they cried and she comforted them, saying, Women of Jerusalem. Weep for me. Weep for me. A second time. A second time. A second time? How can a man be born when he is old? can he enter the second time into his mother's womb, and be born? From Golgotha to America. Relics enough to build a cross, a barque across to the statue of liberty. From Golgotha to America. Relics enough for a cross, a barque across to the statue of liberty. And the women of Jerusalem, the women, on their knees and their crying pleas, their crying please, their hands to the helm of her coat, the helm of her cloak, they cried and she comforted them, knowing that Jerusalem was on her knees and was showing obvious signs that Hadrian had been through town, plundered and pillaged the town at night, in the middle of the night, the middle of the night and pants down, and taken the daughters of Jerusalem wives, wives, taken them wives, and wives of all which he chose. Husbandry. Husbandry and then usury. An issue of blood. Five husbands. And twelve years.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue! To appease an angry god. Letter to lady MacDuff. Bleed, bleed poor country. Bleed. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue! “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty. Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, At Fife was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great Page | 22 mourning, Lady Macduff weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue! What had he done, to make him fly the land? His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. … to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion and his titles in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. All is the fear and nothing is the love; As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. Sirrah, your father's dead; And what will you do now? How will you live? As birds do, mother. What, with worms and flies? With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, The pitfall nor the gin. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? Nay, how will you do for a husband? Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue! Whither should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, Do I put up that womanly defense, To say I have done no harm? Where is your husband? I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him. What, you egg! He has kill'd me, mother: Run away, I pray you! 'Murder!' O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue!

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

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Footnotes at the cross. This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; Anthropophagi, Albatrosses and crucifixes. Renaissance men, Golgotha and Venice. A second time into the womb. Footnotes at the cross. Pliny the Elder, his Naturalis Historia that the same cannibals near Scythia wore the scalps of men on their chest. The Anthropophagi, whom we have previously mentioned as dwelling ten days' journey beyond the Borysthenes, according to the account of Isigonus of Nicæa, were in the habit of drinking out of human skulls, and placing the scalps, with the hair attached, upon their breasts, like so many napkins. Of our legends: Is it not said that Levant is the birthplace of Europa? Even Europa. Europa, also Levant, and Tyre? 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. Here comes the lady; let her witness it. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life and education; My life and education both do learn me How to respect you; you are the lord of duty; I am hitherto your daughter: but here's my husband, And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. And he she loved proved mad. My mother had a maid called Barbary: She was in love, and he she loved proved mad And did forsake her: she had a song of “willow;” An old thing 'twas, but it expressed her fortune, And she died singing it: that song to-night Will not go “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

from my mind; I have much to do, But to go hang my head all at one side, And sing it like poor Barbary. Prithee, dispatch. I know a lady in Venice would have walked Page | 24 barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Her father loved me, oft invited me, Still question'd me the story of my life From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it: Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak- such was the process- And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; But still the house affairs would draw her thence, Which ever as she could with haste dispatch, She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse; which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively. I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. Here comes the lady; let her witness it. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life and education; My life and education both do learn me How to respect you; you are the lord of duty; I am hitherto your daughter: but here's my husband, And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord. Footnotes at the cross. This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; Anthropophagi, Albatrosses and crucifixes. Renaissance men, Golgotha and Venice. A second time into the womb. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.

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Footnotes at the cross. Pliny the Elder, his Naturalis Historia that the same cannibals near Scythia wore the scalps of men on their chest. The Anthropophagi, whom we have previously mentioned as dwelling ten days' journey beyond the Borysthenes, according to the account of Isigonus of Nicæa, were in the habit of drinking out of human skulls, and placing the scalps, with the hair attached, upon their breasts, like so many napkins. Of our legends: Is it not said that Levant is the birthplace of Europa? Even Europa. Europa, also Levant, and Tyre?

Octopussy and web-like shrouds of Turin. Diamonds are forever. Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame Bovary, c'est moi. Alors, Madame Bovary … May I see your tubes fallopian, tubes fallopian and tubes fullfrontal, tubes and also ovaries like almonds descending. Ah! Quel plaisir! Quel plaisir! Diamonds are forever. Diamonds are forever. Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame Bovary, c'est moi. … Alors, Monsieur Madame Bovary… Stigmata, wounds appear on myself, wounds grafted sudden and out of nowhere, they appear, knocking me down and bidding me curse God and die, curse God and die, curse God, lament and lose the spirits descended angelic on Hermes’ ladders climaxing to heaven, those Hermitic spirits animating my parts and members private. Flogged with balls and chains and shrouds of Turin appearing, disappearing and reappearing. Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame Bovary, c'est moi. Stigmata, wounds appear on myself, wounds grafted sudden and out of nowhere, they appear, knocking me down and bidding me curse God and die, curse God and die, curse God, lament and lose the spirits descended angelic on Hermes’ ladders climaxing to heaven Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame Bovary, c'est moi. Alors, Monsieur Madame Bovary … May I see your tubes fallopian, tubes fallopian and tube full-frontal, also ovaries like almonds descended. Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

Bovary, c'est moi. Full-frontal no more, my apparatus is deformed, malformed, morphed and misinformed by these animal spirits departing my parts and members private. Spirit webs neural and fibers dismembered, mutilated, asphyxiated by the octopussy with claws, beckoning a second time, a second time, a second time into the womb, decrying and Page | 26 disclaiming phallitic fallacies, testes, testimonies and testaments, without contest. Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame Bovary, c'est moi. Stigmata, wounds appear on myself, wounds grafted sudden and out of nowhere, they appear, knocking me down and bidding me curse God and die, curse God and die, curse God, lament and lose the spirits descended angelic on Hermes’ ladders climaxing to heaven, those Hermitic spirits animating my parts and members private. Flogged with balls and chains and shrouds of Turin appearing, disappearing and reappearing. … Full-frontal no more, my apparatus is deformed, malformed, morphed and misinformed by these animal spirits departing my parts and members private. Spirits webs neural and fibers dismembered, mutilated, asphyxiated by the octopussy with claws, beckoning a second time, a second time, a second time into the womb, decrying and disclaiming phallitic fallacies, testes, testimonies and testaments, without contest. Octopussy and web-like shrouds of Turin. Diamonds are forever. Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame Bovary, c'est moi. Alors, Madame Bovary … May I see your tubes fallopian, tubes fallopian and tubes fullfrontal, tubes and also ovaries like almonds descending. Ah! Quel plaisir! Quel plaisir! Diamonds are forever. Diamonds are forever. Madame Bovary? Oui, monsieur. Madame Bovary, c'est moi.

MONSIEUR ET MADAME FITCH? Her husband’s to Aleppo gine, master of the Tyger. Of our legends: Is it not said that Levant is the birthplace of Europa? Even Europa. Europa, also Levant, and Tyre? Where hast thou been, sister? Killing swine. Sister, where thou? A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd. "Give me!" quoth I: "Aroint “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. I'll give thee a wind. Thou'rt kind. And I another. I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: Page | 27 Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid; He shall live a man forbid: Weary se'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. Look what I have. Show me, show me. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine and thrice to mine And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! the charm's wound up. Of our legends is it not said that Levant is the birthplace of Europa? So foul and fair a day I have not seen. How far is't call'd to Forres? — What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. Speak, if you can: what are you? Monsieur et Madame Fitch? Her husband’s to Aleppo gine, master of the Tyger. Of our legends: Is it not said that Levant is the birthplace of Europa? Even Europa. Europa, also Levant, and Tyre?

Magdalene is the woman at the graveside and crying wolf. Hysteria. Crying wolf. The crying game and the crying other things. There has been a war. Blood, blood. The killing fields. Cold blood and cold war. there has been war. War and World without end. There has been a war. A war most primordial. A war primeval. The first war. We suffer because the gods yearn to be human. All things feeling, animating, the yarns and yarns of Hermes’ strings which course the body, coursing and puppet strings for the gods. We suffer because the gods yearn to be human. All things feeling, we are their pound of flesh. The killing fields. That blood be spilled. That the earth be soaked with fresh blood. The gods, the “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

gods, the orbs, the gods get a high of it that the earth is niggered, niggered and denigrated, crucifixed, bloody and bleeding.

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Magdalene is the woman at the graveside and crying wolf. Hysteria. Crying wolf. The crying game and the crying other things. An issue of blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. And bleeding. The moon. The moon. The bloody moon. The moon blood-red and the earth and blood like oil gushing out, oil and mineral, mineral and children. War. War. War. The gods get a high off war and warring. The killing fields. That blood be spilled. That the earth be soaked with fresh blood. The gods, the gods, the orbs, the gods get a high of it that the earth is niggered, niggered and denigrated, crucifixed, bloody and bleeding. We will not approach the mother so we turn to the gods, and we sell our souls to the soulmaking ones, man in their own image, in their own image, in the image of the gods, for they yearn to be human, we sell our souls to the soul-making ones, ambrosia. Ambrosia. Ambrosia of the gods. The realm of matter. The soul, unbegotten, unbegotten, misbegotten, and to make matters worse, imperishable. Vales and mortals. Receptacles and soul-making. Of sons of god and daughters of men now entangled in the indefiniteness and alien conditions of the realm of matter. The gods, men in their own image, in their own image and accursed with the quest eternal, the quest unyielding to be like the gods … the orbs, the gods. We suffer because the gods yearn to be human. All things feeling, animating, the yarns and yarns of Hermes’ strings which course the body, coursing and puppet strings for the gods. We suffer because the gods yearn to be human. All things feeling, we are their pound of flesh. The killing fields. That blood be spilled. That the earth be soaked with fresh blood. The gods, the gods, the orbs, the gods get a high of it that the earth is niggered, niggered and denigrated, crucifixed, bloody and bleeding. When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.” Magdalene is the woman at the graveside and crying wolf. Hysteria. Crying wolf. The crying game and the crying other things.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. On Capitoline Hill, there is no moon but the battle of hymen. Page | 29 The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. The sisters of Sabine. The sons of God. The sons of God. The daughters of the EarthMother. Wives. They took them wives. Husbandry. Tragedy O Tragedy. Tragedy. Husbandry then usury. Of Rome and Romulus, the sons of God. And thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee. The sisters of Sabine. The moon and the ensemble. It was the Soma, the FirstHusband between the moon and the womb of the earth, and everything had a cycle, the cipher being of them the first. The cipher. The womb, from which ciphering and deciphering. The rays of the moon, at each quarter, the palpable rays fertilized all and cipher and everything waxed and waned without effort. We danced the moon, we ate the moon and drank the moon. We spoke the moon, prayed the moon, and sang the moon as in circles we stood in the lowest parts of the earth when the moon now full and then swallowed by the firmament black. Of Rome and Romulus, the sons of God. And thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee. The sisters of Sabine. The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. On Capitoline Hill, there is no moon but the battle of hymen. Hymen and hymnals of praise. The sisters of Sabine. The sons of God. The sons of God. The daughters of the EarthMother. Wives. They took them wives. Husbandry. Tragedy O Tragedy. Tragedy. Husbandry then usury. Wives. They took them wives. Husbandry. There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of the earth mother, and they bear children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. The sisters of Sabine. The sons of God. The sons of God. The daughters of the EarthMother. Wives. They took them wives. Husbandry. Tragedy O Tragedy. Tragedy. Husbandry then usury. We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

We have no conflict with blood and flesh but with archonates, authorities, the world-rulers of this dark region, and spiritual forces of evil in the upper heavens. Page | 30

The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. On Capitoline Hill, there is no moon but the battle of hymen. On Capitoline Hill, there is the rape and the intervention of the Sabine women The serpent of Solomon, the serpent and apples of Solomon, his eyes and mind’s eye, Eve’s serpent and Adam’s apple, she was Romulus’ wife Hersilia — the daughter of Titus Tatius, leader of the Sabines, she placed her tender babes, their tender blood-filled toes like pips and their fingers tipped like rose buds in between the jaws of war and peace, and her body as the pawn waging war and waging peace, waging war and waging peace with her insides, her precious insides outside and at the feet of her husband and her father both iron-clad and blood-soaked. The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. There will be no pillaging tonight. No pillaging and no plundering neither. The father and the husband, and the soldiers, the sun having had no time to sit down that day, they sheath their swords and tuck in their phalluses. There will be no looting tonight, no booty neither. The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. On Capitoline Hill, there is no moon but the battle of hymen. On Capitoline Hill, there is the rape and the intervention of the Sabine women The serpent of Solomon, the serpent and apples of Solomon, his eyes and mind’s eye, Eve’s serpent and Adam’s apple, she was Romulus’ wife Hersilia — the daughter of Titus Tatius, leader of the Sabines, she placed her tender babes, their tender blood-filled toes like pips and their fingers tipped like rose buds in between the jaws of war and peace, and her body as the pawn waging war and waging peace, waging war and waging peace with her insides, her precious insides outside and at the feet of her husband and her father both iron-clad and blood-soaked. There will be a decreasing of the weight of their testes and the testimonies within that sought to give testament that night, testament old and new, gospels, as well, seeding the women, the earth with blood, rewriting the contents of the annals and bringing order where chaos holds sway. She watched the city fall back asleep at the breast of the sleeping mother, and the sun fall below the rock Tarpeian. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

The serpent of Solomon, the serpent and apples of Solomon, his eyes and mind’s eye, Eve’s serpent and Adam’s apple, she was Romulus’ wife Hersilia, daughter of Titus Tatius, leader of the Sabines. Page | 31

The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. There will be no pillaging tonight. No pillaging and no plundering neither. The father and the husband, and the soldiers, the sun having had no time to sit down that day, they sheath their swords and tuck in their phalluses. There will be no looting tonight, no booty neither. The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. On Capitoline Hill, there is no moon but the battle of hymen. On Capitoline Hill, there is the rape and the intervention of the Sabine women The rape of the Sabine women. And they took them wives. The sons of god. The sons of god. Husbandry. And they took them wives. Wives. Wives. And they took them wives of all which they chose. Rapture. Rapture. Rapture. Rapture and hymns of praise to the broken hymens. Rapture and praise-songs. Acts heroic to be recorded in the annals. And the cry of the women held banal and their testimonies heresies. Rapture and praise-songs. Acts heroic to be recorded in the annals. And the cry of the women held acts of hysteria and their speaking dementia. There will be no pillaging tonight. No pillaging and no plundering neither. The father and the husband, and the soldiers, the sun having had no time to sit down that day, they sheath their swords and tuck in their phalluses. There will be no looting tonight, no booty neither. The Rapture. The Rapture. It is the Rapture. Hymen and hymnals of praise. On Capitoline Hill, there is no moon but the battle of hymen. On Capitoline Hill, there is the rape and the intervention of the Sabine women

Fig trees at the foot of Golgotha.

In Eden, I am the fig tree accursed. A crucifix upon my pelvis and in antebellum, there are scarecrows jumping Jim Crow under oak trees. I am the accursed fig tree at the foot of Golgotha parading the crucifix upon my pelvis, angels descending and ascending dislodging my hip from its bone and also its socket given the many activities extra-curricular. Given that many activities extra-curricular, the gods, when the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. You see, … You see, this life is the theatre of the gods and we are their pound of flesh. “How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

The gods, the orbs, the angels, their activities, their joy and pleasure rides bedecked between my sweet thighs, their climax and otherwise, their comings and goings wedged and giving me wounds, wounds of the spirit and wounds of mind and issues of blood. Page | 32

I am the accursed fig tree at the foot of Golgotha parading the crucifix upon my pelvis. My name is Stigmata. From the twelve houses of the gods planetary and celestial, my fate sealed, delivered here in this world where faith is done with, done with and redundant. My name is Stigmata, I am accursed. Twice. I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and also multiply thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee. War. A program planetary. From the twelve houses of the gods planetary and celestial. Fate sealed, delivered here in this world where faith is done and redundant. I am accursed. Husbandry. Husbandry, it means management. Management of resources natural, natural and mineral, the means of production and also reproduction. And thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee. I am is cursed. Cursed. And twice. First it was in the garden. The sons of god. The sons of god. Took us wives. Wives. Wives. Took u wives of all which they chose. That there was the first. Second was him, the son of man. Hermes. The son of man. Now in the morning as he returned into the city, he hungered. And when he saw a fig tree in the way, he came to it, and found nothing thereon, but leaves only, and said unto it, Let no fruit grow on thee henceforward forever. And presently the fig tree withered away. I am the accursed fig tree at the foot of Golgotha parading the crucifix upon my pelvis, angels descending and ascending dislodging my hip from its bone and also its socket given the many activities extra-curricular. Given that many activities extra-curricular, the gods, when the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. You see, … You see, this life is the theatre of the gods and we are their pound of flesh. The gods, the orbs, the angels, their activities, their joy and pleasure rides bedecked, their climax and otherwise, their comings and goings wedged and giving me wounds, wounds stigmata and wounds of the spirit, also wounds of mind and issues of blood. Fig trees at the foot of Golgotha. In Eden, I am the fig tree accursed. A crucifix upon my pelvis and in antebellum, there are scarecrows jumping Jim Crow under oak trees.

“How cruel are the planets that stay there and conspire evil in their rage . . . the planets conspire in rage against us.”

When the gods want to punish us, they answer our prayers. This life is the theatre of the gods. And we are their pound of flesh.

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