05-18-2021, 02:01 AM
Agon
The Left is Receptive and the Right FORCEful
and the other way round.
Two hands, one man,
and the women out there.
The Flood is the woman and is in the man.
Let women speak for themselves.
I'm the I, the Phallic jot
and humming fiddle.
Burning for the riddle.
You, dig?
The woman.
I'm the Sun and Moon,
you and she.
I is everything.
I AM nobody, big — Expanding . . .
Improvising, Simple,
large and fitful.
Ready . . .
Nobody knows anything. And if they do, it doesn't matter.
GOD exists and doesn't.
These distinctions are ungodly, godly.
Let us talk nice.
Let us seduce the pretty girl.
Like the cat strutting on the edge of the well,
her body wants what her mind abhors.
What a bummer.
But Joy is in seduction.
Delight is the dance, the wrestling match.
Only human men can lose.
Hence Romance. The Romantic.
Animals don't love each other, they ARE love;
humans love each other.
Human animals.
Pain conceptualized is the origin of God,
where the First came from.
Beforehand, everything was belated.
Some totems aim down, some up.
Most don't aim at all.
Evolution has no direction . . .
the savage is just as much the goal
as joy is a deceiver.
There's more sex around the equator.
Every thousandth death is equal.
Respect is the weak link in adoration.
As though there were understanding above difference.
Well, there is, dear child. Am I so dear?
I'm not AM I; — I AM.
_______
Stress is a response to danger;
it produces and offers out poison
to the source of its sense of danger,
that source of danger is you.
That source,
that perception, realization,
recognition of a danger is you.
The charging bull is you.
The bisexual bum who needs money is you.
The Cross is an erection.
The death is a hard come.
The resurrection is obvious.
We men can never get enough.
You are who you hate.
Only your pain isn't theirs.
Hatred is less than masturbation.
It's even less than suicide.
Be a man.
I AM.
The Left is Receptive and the Right FORCEful
and the other way round.
Two hands, one man,
and the women out there.
The Flood is the woman and is in the man.
Let women speak for themselves.
I'm the I, the Phallic jot
and humming fiddle.
Burning for the riddle.
You, dig?
The woman.
I'm the Sun and Moon,
you and she.
I is everything.
I AM nobody, big — Expanding . . .
Improvising, Simple,
large and fitful.
Ready . . .
Nobody knows anything. And if they do, it doesn't matter.
GOD exists and doesn't.
These distinctions are ungodly, godly.
Let us talk nice.
Let us seduce the pretty girl.
Like the cat strutting on the edge of the well,
her body wants what her mind abhors.
What a bummer.
But Joy is in seduction.
Delight is the dance, the wrestling match.
Only human men can lose.
Hence Romance. The Romantic.
Animals don't love each other, they ARE love;
humans love each other.
Human animals.
Pain conceptualized is the origin of God,
where the First came from.
Beforehand, everything was belated.
Some totems aim down, some up.
Most don't aim at all.
Evolution has no direction . . .
the savage is just as much the goal
as joy is a deceiver.
There's more sex around the equator.
Every thousandth death is equal.
Respect is the weak link in adoration.
As though there were understanding above difference.
Well, there is, dear child. Am I so dear?
I'm not AM I; — I AM.
_______
Stress is a response to danger;
it produces and offers out poison
to the source of its sense of danger,
that source of danger is you.
That source,
that perception, realization,
recognition of a danger is you.
The charging bull is you.
The bisexual bum who needs money is you.
The Cross is an erection.
The death is a hard come.
The resurrection is obvious.
We men can never get enough.
You are who you hate.
Only your pain isn't theirs.
Hatred is less than masturbation.
It's even less than suicide.
Be a man.
I AM.