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Slattern of the Swail
Join Date: Jul 2004
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I liked that.
here's one from Teddy Hughes: I like a poet who can put "cunt" in a poem. Do Not Pick Up The Telephone – Ted Hughes That plastic Buddha jars out a Karate screech Before the soft words with their spores The cosmic breath of the gravestone Death invented the phone it looks like the altar of death Do not worship the telephone It drags its worshippers into actual graves With a variety of devices, through a variety of disguised voices Sit godless when you hear the religious wail of the telephone Panties are hotting up their circle for somebody to burn in Nipples are evangelizing bringing a sword or at least a razor Cunt is proclaiming heaven on earth i.e. death to the infidel Do not think your house is a hideout it is a telephone Do not think you walk on your own road, you walk down a telephone Do not think you sleep in the hand of God you sleep in the mouthpiece of a telephone Do not think your future is yours it waits upon a telephone Do not think your thoughts are your own thoughts they are the toys of the telephone Do not think these days are days they are the sacrificial priests of the telephone The secret police of the telephone O phone get out of my house You are a bad god Go and whisper on some other pillow Do not lift your snake head in my house Do not bite any more beautiful people You plastic crab Why is your oracle always the same in the end? What rake off for you from the cemeteries? Your silences are bad When you are needed, dumb with the malice of the clairvoyant insane The stars whisper together in your breathing World's emptiness oceans in your mouthpiece Stupidly your string dangles into the abysses Plastic you are then stone a broken box of letters And you cannot utter Lies or truth, only the evil one Makes you tremble with sudden appetite to see somebody undone Blackening electrical connections To where death bleaches its crystals You swell and you writhe You open your Buddha gape You screech at the root of the house Do not pick up the detonator of the telephone A flame from the last day will come lashing out from the telephone A dead body will fall out of the telephone Do not pick up the telephone
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum |
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