MONSTRA GLAEBOSA

 

for it is the time of lumpy monsters
contriving in great freedom
on the banks of a toxic flood

room for corpse-wolves

wading ashore to come

 

and under a moon engorged with blood
contriving
colossal pyramids

according to barbaric plans

 

it is the time

of burlap scrota

sweeping through charnel realms

 

ps

Grendel was a floater

My services to poetry include the following:

1. Removing maggoty rats from the space above the ceiling without pausing to think
2. extracting Neo the Catbus from windy tree-top, the trunk of which tree was luxuriously robed in poison ivy
3. dreaming and frowning under Walnut’s dizzying canopy of mutated leaves
4. unselfconsciously, however regrettably, seeking fun in each of places under the sun, and forms of love
5. familiarizing self with metrical laws and their violation
6. innate vulgarity and pleasant disposition
7. perverse delight in subterranean solitude
8. very low threshold of pain
9. vast expenditure on books and lending, giving away or losing same
10. general irreligion
11. active late-bloomerdom
12. the ability to be represented by the imago superficialis near Bozkir, Turkey, Taurus Mountains, Ikonya 132: a seated woman holding a bird which is eating grapes from the hand of another woman who holds a child
13. with Sid’s help, and by dangerous means, getting my van back on the road...to everyone's delight.

FANCY BARBARIANS

 I said OK kid 

   principal parts of

ferō: 

      go!

--Daddy?

--Yes? 

--Were the Romans just

fancy barbarians?

ENIGMA

 

ANCIENT DANCES

‘Doesn’t anybody want my dear Fortunata to dance?’ he said. ‘Honestly no one dances the cordax better.’ 

–Petronius

 

All song and dance is heard in the Dharma. 

–Hakuin Zenji

 

For Jesus leads the dance of love. 

–Wyclif

 

She coulde of that art the olde daunce. 

–Chaucer

 

These petrified relations must be forced to dance by singing to them their own melody. 

–Marx

 

Anayu, Storm Snake Old Man,

Come here now, for we are dancing!

Bring your rain, you arrive now! 

–song of Nanbe tribe

 

This time only you will see me.

When they dance at Takimildin

Fog will cover the base of the mountain

Toward the south!

I watch from there!

Thus, when the time comes,

They will dance it thus!

Whoever dances thus will think of me. 

–song of Naninnoh-hoi tribe

Raoul Housmann, the Dadasopher