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something primal and forbidden

13 Sunday Jan 2013

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fresh meat, ghouleh, girl ghoul, hunger, lust, sonnet, taboo

One more illicit kiss, Yeva. Ghouleh
Yeva. Curving her lips when I ask her
if she loves me. “Someday,” she says, “someday.”
I love forbidden love. One girl’s monster
might be this cock boy’s passionate love-sighs.
Lust is cunning-simple, but we distrust
all that bring it. Somehow those who despise
lust are considered righteous. It is lust
that my Yeva feeds to me, what I eat.
Ghouleh’s (girl ghouls) tastes run to odd corpses
but once in a while Yeva wants fresh meat.
Once in a while I fill her. It pleases
her that I want her so bad I’d risk heartache,
rabies, longing, exile, all for her sake.

i’ll feed you all

12 Saturday Jan 2013

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food, Mojo Hannah, sonnet, the dead, zombie

“She’s a gumbo cooker and an alligator whipper
make a dead man jump and shout.”

Elkie Brooks, “Mojo Hannah”

 

I mixed the powdered leaves of thyme that grow
on the slopes of Levant, roasted wormwood,
greens and Dead Sea salt into a gumbo
to please you. You were hungry, understood
I was the source of your food. I called on
the dead and their honey-melon cravings.
I’ll feed you all. Eon after eon
you did not forget such pleasant drippings
between your lips. We all have rot, wearied,
endless needs. I pity you poor zombies
and all that you must endure just to feed
down on Canal Street among quiet trees.
Taste this, love, a kitchen witch, ringed, tattooed,
taught me this gumbo; the dead’s favorite food.

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bull moose jackson’s “i want a bowlegged woman”

12 Saturday Jan 2013

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Bull Moose Jackson, music, video

i want a bowlegged woman, that’s all.
i want a bowlegged woman that’s tall.
i’ll fall in love with her right from the start
because her big fat legs are so far apart.

i want a bowlegged woman, right now.
i got to find me that gal somehow.
she’s gotta be built like an ol’ bass fiddle,
big bow legs with plenty room in the middle.
gotta be on my way
to find a bowlegged woman today.

he wants a bowlegged woman, divine,
a bowlegged woman that’s fine.
she don’t have to be no glamor gal,
but she’s got to have hooves like an ol’ beer barrel.
got to be on my way to find a bowlegged woman today.

he wants a bowlegged woman, divine,
a bowlegged woman that’s fine.
she don’t have to be no glamor gal,
but she’s got to have hooves like an ol’ beer barrel.
got to be on my way to find a bowlegged woman today.

i found a bowlegged woman last night,
and man she was really alright.
she had a solid straddle, when she came into battle,
i jumped dead in the saddle, you couldn’t hear a rattle
and there was nobody there to run and tattle.

gotta be on my way to find a bowlegged woman today.
— that woman with big bowlegs.

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a poe boy meme

12 Saturday Jan 2013

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Edgar Allan Poe, Humor, queen

a poe boy meme

Posted by babylon crashing | Filed under Humor, Illustration and art

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flush blush flame

12 Saturday Jan 2013

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child of many mothers, divine orgasm, hand job, homoerotic, Lazarus, She Who Cannot Be Named, sonnet, the dead, The Goddess

 

You’ve heard this before. Now and then. The soul
springs up alive. Polarized eyes then blink.
Useless limbs quiver. The heart, all charcoal
and ash, resumes. Flies move off and the stink
of your green rot fades and you flush and blush
and flame. Something below your slumbering
belly stirs. Poor Lazarus was all mush-
pulp when he rose. But we are no offspring
of sky gods. Our mothers taught us better.
Insatiable. Orgasms are doorways
to all that’s divine. What sort of sinner
would turn a blind eye on this holy praise?
Lets go together, passing through that door
once more, to see all our mothers once more.

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rosa henderson’s “he may be your dog but he’s wearing my collar”

11 Friday Jan 2013

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He May Be Your Dog But He's Wearing My Collar, music, Rosa Henderson, the blues, video

i’m not ashamed to say what’s in my heart
i’m not ashamed — to say what’s in my heart
because i know — the best of friends must part

you came to me — you said my dog was yours
you came to me — you said my dog was yours
i’m not ashamed — to speak my mind because

he may be your dog but he’s wearing my collar
i’m putting you right
he may be your dog but it’s me he’ll follow
when he wants good exercise

all day long — you treat him right
but you’ll find him at my house every night

he may be your dog but he’s wearing my collar
how you gonna keep him home?

i’m not ashamed to say when i am wrong
i’m not ashamed — to say when i am wrong
because i know a lie can’t stand up long.

down in my home to lie is something strange
down in my home — to lie is something strange
that’s why i mean to tell you to your face

he may be your dog but he’s wearing my collar
i’m putting you right
he may be your dog but it’s me he’ll follow
when he wants good exercise

he might eat right off your hand
but you can’t make him beg like mamma can

he may be your dog but he’s wearing my collar
how you gonna keep him home?

he’s with you each night till six
then he comes over here and does his tricks

he maybe your dog but he’s wearing my collar
how you gonna keep him home?

recorded for vocalion records (1923)

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clara smith’s “it’s tight like that”

11 Friday Jan 2013

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Clara Smith, It's Tight Like That, music, the blues, video

listen here, folks. i’m gonna sing a little song,
but you mustn’t get mad. i don’t mean no harm.
there’s an old maid named liza head
always singin’ the blues when she tumbles in bed.
oh, it’s tight like that.
oh, it’s tight like that.
hear me talkin’ to you.
i mean it’s tight like that.

i know a hotel that’s called the cumberland patch,
got a million bedbugs just to make you scratch.
the monkey woke up a quarter to three,
and he said to the flea, “quit your pickin’ on me.”
oh, it’s tight like that.
it’s tight like that.
ah, hear me talkin’ to you.
i mean it’s tight like that.

mandy lee jones does her vampin’ at night,
and she never gets home till it’s comin’ daylight.
old uncle bill came ’bout half-past ten,
put the key in the hole, but he couldn’t get in.
he says: “it’s tight like that.
what’s the matter with it gettin’ tight like that?”
oh, hear me talkin’ to you.
i mean it’s tight like that.

if you see my man tell him to hurry home.
i ain’t had no bread since he’s been gone.
i love a man slender and slim.
when he struts his stuff, well, it’s too bad, jim.
oh, it’s tight like that.
oh, it’s tight like that.
ah, hear me talkin’ to you.
i mean it’s tight like that.

oh, the little red rooster said to the hen:
“you ain’t laid a egg since i can’t tell when.”
the little red hen said to the roosta:
“you don’t come around as often as you used ta.”
now it’s tight like that. a long delay
makes it tight like that. do ya hear what i say?
hear me talkin’ to you.
i mean it’s tight like that.

lyrics and music by thomas a. dorsey and hudson whittaker (columbia Records, 1929)

in fog, in cold flesh

11 Friday Jan 2013

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cum, dawn, dusk, ghost girl, grave dust, sonnet

 

Ghost of an orphan flings wide my windows
at dusk. I can taste tart perfumed evening
on my lips,the way ghosts kiss, as she flows
and glides to my side. The craft of kissing
her is hard but Death will make a pervert
out of me yet. Sometimes she is misty.
Other times I slide my hand up her skirt
and find out just how wet a ghost can be.
She gets laid in fog, in cold flesh, jealous
of all the blood in my veins. The godhead
bursting inside her. Spewing my lewdness
through her and all over our frowzled bed.
At dawn I still taste her urchin grave dust,
a dead waif’s ectoplasm wet with lust.

neighing at night, sweat

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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art, jockey, sing, slow ride, switch

Jan 10, 2013

in the dim hours
every word
is a switch
to make
our flesh
sing.

neighing
at night,
sweat
measures
itself
on your
lower lip.

rubbish
heap

my nails
have no more
fingers
to hang
onto.

sakine cansiz assassinated in paris

10 Thursday Jan 2013

Posted by babylon crashing in Illustration and art, Passings and Death Notes

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assassination, Kurdish freedom fighters, Paris, passings and death notes, PKK, Sakine Cansiz, Turkey

Cansiz pictured on left

Cansiz pictured on left

The BBC has just released information about the shocking assassination of Sakine Cansiz and two other Kurdish women in Paris.

Three Kurdish women activists – including a co-founder of the militant nationalist PKK – have been found dead with gunshot wounds in a Kurdish information centre in Paris.

The bodies of Sakine Cansiz and two others were found on Thursday.

France and Turkey both condemned the killings.

The motive for the shootings is unclear. Some 40,000 people have died in the 25-year conflict between the Turkish state and the PKK.

However, Turkey has recently begun talks with the jailed PKK leader Abdullah Ocalan, with the aim of persuading the group to disarm.

“Rest assured that French authorities are determined to get to the bottom of these intolerable acts,” he said.

“I condemn this violence,” Turkish government spokesman Bulent Arinc told reporters. “This is utterly wrong. I express my condolences.”

The BBC’s James Reynolds in Turkey says two rival theories have emerged about the killings.

The deputy chairman of the ruling party, Husein Celik, said that the killings appeared to be the result of an internal Kurdish feud.

The theory was later picked up by other officials and commentators in the Turkish media, who suggested that PKK factions opposed to the talks were to blame.

But Kurdish activists said the killings were carried out by forces in the Turkish state itself who wanted to derail the talks.

Our correspondent says that in Turkey many believe that there is a so-called “deep state” – a powerful nationalistic establishment which seeks to undermine the work of democratic governments and activists.

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