Monday, September 08, 2003

Oh, comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh, comely
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess

Oh, comely
All of your friends are now letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend
Whom you need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh, comely
There isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own

Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the basement
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me...

The whole of existence is probably justified by the existence of a single girl who is probably reincarnated all throughout history, most famously as the Virgin Mary. She was Eve's firstborn daughter - she was Nausikaa, Clare, Beatrice, Joan of Arc, and countless martyrs. She is Wisdom in the Proverbs. The Taj Mahal was built for her; Raphael's Madonna was modeled after her. She's always young and wise and beautiful. She's a spiritual presence, gorging with life yet always aware of the cosmic perspective. She's set apart from nature and yet a manifestation of it. Through her God can yield a harvest unthinkable to a regular individual, and she is a salvation for millions. She has the power of healing and the flames of inspiration. She is a humble genius with magnificent wit. Yet she's protected not by her wit, but by her untarnishable purity. She lives not for herself but for others; she is despised by no one. Her girlish qualities, her untouchable innocence, is never met with disdain or cynicism; it cuts through the reservations of even the most hardened soul. No man can possess her, even when she is married - she is wife and sister to all, but she is submissive to God alone. She is the nursemaid of humankind, the most potent antidote to our disease, God's answer to Job.

She was Anne Frank. Some know who she is today.

And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and five hundred families
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wish I could save her
In some sort of time machine

Know all your enemies
Know who are enemies are

Goldaline, my dear
We will fold and freeze together.
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine

posted by Seth Studer | 11:22 PM | Comment (1)


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Ummm...that only comment was from me. I think it said, "Crap. That was amazing."

I remember talking to Seth about it. He is a good kid. He's gonna make a pretty girl a lucky woman some day. I'll be terribly jealous, but that's only because I know it's likely that if my spirit becomes one with someone else's, that spirit won't be that...well-spoken? I can't think of the word I'm thinking of.

Seth came to Omaha and without so much as stopping by to see me.

So if this offends him, me dragging this over to my blog, tough. He owes me a trip to Omaha.

Ow.