the lily white boy’s “breaking others”
24 Thursday Jan 2013
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lago d’averno
24 Thursday Jan 2013
It was dark. Drunk, we went skinny dipping
in the dim pool near the hotel. Naples
spread out far below us. Her arms, hugging
my neck, pulled me close to her. Her nipples
and my cock awoke in that bottomless
dark. How odd that something so horrific
should wear such a dull mask. Dante warned us.
So did Virgil. But I was drunk, lovesick,
wanted to make her cum, so I ignored
what I knew of Lake Avernus; the gate
to Hell, which bore our witness. I explored
her dark body. We fucked like it was fate.
Little man, you claim to be a rebel,
tell me, have you cum on the gates of Hell?
Note:
Lake Avernus (Lago d’Averno in Italian) is the entrance to the Underworld in Greek myth. It is a real lake with dark, murky water, surrounded by dense forest. Avernus is described in Virgil’s poem The Aeneid, as well as in Dante’s Divine Comedy, as the gateway that Orpheus took to find his dead wife in the land of shades.
deathblow
24 Thursday Jan 2013
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blow job, Catalina de los Ríos y Lisperguer, Chile, colonial era, deathblow, ghost, La Quintrala, sadism, sonnet
There are some ghosts you should never love. Not
that they want your love or that you interest
them, not you; in life they loved their gunshot,
stabbings, those odd marks we find, sinister
proof of some alien design. In life
peasants would cross themselves when they saw her.
They called her La Quintrala: butcher-wife
of old Chile. Even death could not slow
her down. I slept with her once, big mistake.
She was still calling a blowjob, “deathblow,”
and it was. She said, “I’ll make your heart break,”
and she did. “I only fuck you because
you are damned, like me,” she said, and I was.
khutulun’s war witches
23 Wednesday Jan 2013
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the daughters of khutulun
The BBC has recently reported that Pentagon will end the ban on American women in front-line combat:
US Defence Secretary Leon Panetta has decided to lift the military’s ban on women serving in combat, a senior Pentagon official has said. The move could open hundreds of thousands of front-line positions and elite commando jobs to women.
Which would mean that as early as 2016 it will possible to follow female generals into war, just like the ancient Mongolian days when Lady Khutulun led the Great Khan’s army against China.
I say all this because even in this era there exists a bizarre myth that women and war do not mix except as passive victims, patriotic mothers or trembling daughters waiting back at the hearth fire for their men folk to return. To all these naysayers, I say, “learn your history.” There have been women warriors and generals as long as there has been war.
Learn about Candace of the Sudan, who routed Alexander The Great; Falling Leaf of the Crow nation who counted coup and was considered a chief, sitting in the council of elders; Maria Rosa, a 15 year-old Brazilian girl who led troops in the Contestado War; Japan’s Tomoe Gozen, an onna bugeisha; the Trung Sisters, two 1st century Vietnamese leaders who repelled Chinese invasions for three years; Queen Boudica who led a major uprising of the Celtic tribes against the Roman Empire; Catherine of Aragon; Joan d’Ark; the pirate queen Teuta of Albania; Queen Zenobia of Palmyra; Egypt’s Nefertiti, just to name a few.
a river woman’s heart
23 Wednesday Jan 2013
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betrayal, la magia sexual, mythology, Naiad, river woman, sonnet
It is not that river women are all
things to all people; just that your menfolk
feel far too free with them. Even a small,
slow brook is described in terms to evoke
a kept mistress. Let me tell you: you know
nothing about a river woman’s heart.
Her sands, her deltas, even the willow
who loves her; only a cad and blackheart
would try and describe the secrets shown him.
Naiads of bubbling, rolling rivers
might let their mortal lovers try and swim
their depths, but don’t talk about their waters.
Do not betray her trust, her love supreme;
or brag when your lover is a wild stream.
witch-mouse
22 Tuesday Jan 2013
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bath house, Bedouin, incest, mother-son, sonnet, Witch-Mouse
I called her Witch-Mouse, for the dawn-glimmer
hung on her heels and the keen-eared, sassy
bat knew her by name. “Call me your mother,”
she said, parting her robes. “Call me Ommy.”
Her dark legs straddled me, guiding myself
inside; so deep that our pubes touched. Witch-Mouse
raised her hips and thrust down. She was part-elf
and part-prophetess. In the tiled bathhouse
all that she told me then came true. Outside
her small Bedouin daughter kneaded bread
dough by the wood-fired stove. But Witch-Mouse cried
and grabbed my ass and bit me until red
mixed with our cum. “Ibni,” she moaned, “my son.
I love you even more for what we’ve done.”
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Note: In Egyptian Arabic “Ibni” or “Ebni” means “my son” and “Ommy” translates as “my mother.”
dream, dream, dream
22 Tuesday Jan 2013
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changeling, cumin, Dreamland, incest, Midsummer Night's Dream, mother-son, Oberon, Puck, Shakespeare, sonnet, Titania
Note:
In Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream (ii,i) Puck explains that Oberon, king of fairyland, and Queen Titania are keeping rival courts as the aftermath of a quarrel about Titania taking a human boy as a lover:
The king doth keep his revels here to-night:
Take heed the queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she as her attendant hath
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy …
And, as we all know, all is fair in otherworldly love and war.
* * *
Night is over. Dawn will end our affair.
Once more the sun creeps over Oberon’s
Hill. My sweet changeling with cumin hair,
sleep, sleep, sleep. Dream …
…. of ruttish nymphs and fawns.
Dream of your aroused mother who snuggles
you tight between her breasts. Your mother’s milk
is still sticky on your lips. My nipples
ache …
…. Dream, dream, dream. Under buttercup silk
and the sighing grass dream of another
night of pleasure. Little prince. Little joy.
I prayed to the gods for a new lover
and they sent me a lovely human boy.
Dream of fairy lechery as you lie
with me. Dream …
… of my lips milking you dry.
the book of lux ferous
21 Monday Jan 2013
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Bellum Fabula, Book of Revelation, Light Bringer, Lucifer, morning star, revenge, sonnet, The War of the Sons of Light Against the Daughters of Darkness, war in heaven
Note:
In certain Dead Sea Scrolls, namely, “The War of the Sons of Light Against the Daughters of Darkness,” also known as “Bellum Fabula” (the War Scroll), there is a tale which describes “an eschatological war in heaven,” one which pitted the male elements of the heavenly army against the female elements. Led on one side by the usurper,Yahweh of the Iron Age kingdoms of Israel and Judah, and on the other by a Semitic war goddess, know as either Lux Ferous, Morning Star or Light Bringer (the literal translations of the gender-neutral name Lucifer), who was eventually defeated by Yahweh and cast down. Unlike in the “Book of Revelation” and the “Book of Isaiah,” where a very male Lucifer becomes ruler of Hell, the “Bellum Fabula” talks of a return of the female element to heaven, bringing equilibrium and order to a world that views Eve and all mortal women as “the mothers of all sin.”
* * *
In the “Book of Lux Ferous” we extol
Madam General of the seraphic
army. In Yahweh’s “Mein Kampf,” his war scroll,
though, the old man warred against all sapphic
wisdom the heavens had to offer. Sin,
he now claimed, was female. We’re told his sons
dimmed the sky as they flew, beating bat-skin
wings and rattling their sabers. In Milton’s
tale we took up arms against tyranny
but we were cast down, our flesh torn by claws
and blood-soaked maws. But that’s just one story.
The Light Bringer follows older laws
than what is found in these testaments.
I sing of Lady Lucifer’s vengeance.
to enslave a love dog
21 Monday Jan 2013
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Balm of Gilead, ginger root, Hecate's bane, hemlock, mandrake, saffron, sex charm, sex magic, sonnet, Sycorax, witcheries, yarrow
“There are love dogs
no one knows the names
of” — Jalal al-Din Rumi
Can you read saffron? Can you make sex charms?
Do you know the name of night rain? Glamor
clamors at my backdoor. A shadow swarms
against the glass. Go and find me ginger
root and hemlock, mandrake and Hecate’s bane,
yarrow and Balm of Gilead. I’ll teach
you what Sycorax taught me; how night rain
needs to be seduced; how shameless the beach
is at low tide, the only spot for sex
magic; how to bind cheating dogs to you
through your own cum. I will teach you that hex,
taboo for my kith and kin, that voodoo
curse to enslave love dogs. The big payback.
A hex from which there is no going back.
shirley manson’s “samson and delilah” from tscc
21 Monday Jan 2013
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memories of my ghost sista 