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derekd
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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:43 pm Post subject: finnish poetry |
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more more more I want more
too short |
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windoggi
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| Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:48 pm Post subject: Re: finnish poetry |
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| derekd wrote: | more more more I want more
too short |
OK kook, you want longer?....take this!
KALI
Kali, you
who cure us of demons
and blond evil
Kali, you
who mercifully accompany death
in order to reap
your maidenhood, over and over again,
Kali, you
who keep company with war
in order to wake up
on smoking battlefields, astride your beloved,
in the belief that you killed, danced Shiva, your master, to death
in the belief that you killed him, he who smilingly dreams it all,
in the belief that you killed Shiva, Maheswara, Mritunjaya, Mahakāla
and thousands upon thousands suffer in the dream, suffer in the dream,
and he stops you, he stops you because he loves you,
like Parvati, your star-sister, daughter of Himalaya, the golden,
but also as you are, the dark one, the possessed and dazzling,
Ganga’s sister, goddess of the floods,
with epidemics in your lap,
and like the one who begins to glow in the eyes of the dying
mother, you, inaccessible, but with your fingernails
in me, in the night,
whose sunrises,
and steaming dawns, mornings
and forenoons, and the white
heat, trembling, burn
my eyes to parched tunnels,
where the sixth millennium
of your night and the inexorable
sings itself past its beginning,
and I know that your nights
last four hundred and thirty-two thousand years,
and I know that it all gets worse,
and I know that you are compelled,
and I know that I will eventually refuse,
and even more for those whom I love,
but the smoke drifts, and the ash,
from the insects, the pyre
near Kalighat,
and the fires are, and the night
and the answers drift, like smoke and ash, in, into my room,
and in, into the letters home,
and I wait, I wait
to offer my refusal
while your fingernails
write in me
mother, you
who put Kaliyuga
in a coma,
mother, you
who are intoxication and wisdom, rhythm
and yoni, the blood-steaming
simmering around atmalingam
and I am here for your love,
and I am here for that which is terrible,
and I offer you ganja and glowing hibiscus,
and I offer you the most costly of all alphabets
mother, you
who rightfully punish
those who acclaim you – because they worship you
as the infinite mother you are,
and you do not want acclaim, you want nothing,
you are the rutting heat of the cremation groves and it is life that wants
you to dance Kaliyuga out of time,
for infinity’s breathing and also for me
who am compelled to draw near to you, Kali, Mahakali,
and you are the Mother, the Mother in Atman and beyond Atman, you are
the survivor, the latterday, the only and the eternal,
and like a sister
to Mary or I do not know who or what, but perhaps
you resemble Imanna and also Astarte of Aram-naharim,
and punish me – I love you
vast,
covering the skies,
and with hair like wild darkness
storming around the indigo fire you also are,
you dance in your loincloth of severed arms,
and with your hips rolling, and your breasts
heaving, quivering and heavy with wonders,
and with annihilation waiting
in the jewel in the pupil in your third eye, the eye
in the pudenda above the crescent moon between your eyebrows
and you dance and you dance, you dance
before the illusions that constantly ascend your children,
and you dance beside the precipice
in yourself,
and the universe in a quake,
and you dance
and you love, with that long, bloody tongue
hanging down between your breasts, that are so heavy with wonders
that your are forced to ensnare
the light, all light, the universe’s every source
of light, in your hair, in the gale
around the peace in your third eye, the eye that is you,
and you rotate lap and darkness
as you go to meet Shiva, and he awaits you, he awaits you
with the song from thousands of blue-sparkling bees
swarming, swarming around his bursting sex, the sex
that steams with the monsoons, and is fragrant, fragrant
with holy oil and jasmine,
and which he has made red-hot, red-hot for you,
and the kokila sings in your darkness,
and the kokila sings in the jungles between your thighs,
and the desire strikes like hungry tigresses, strikes
into your crevices that well forth fragrances of the promise
of oblivion and returns,
and you dance your way closer, and you dance
until you straddle, straddle the heat, and you ride your beloved
through wave upon wave, until you ride on the wave
that rises, rise like serpentine fire, swelling
through emptiness upon emptiness, until the uttermost nothingness
where you meet yourself, and your lap
explodes in the jewel in the pupil in your third eye
and the seven suns, the seven suns, reveal themselves
beyond time’s third horizon, and burn, burn everything
to silvering ash, when Vishnu, on his white stallion, rides in
ending and turning Kaliyuga into the rebirths
and you are infinitely beautiful, you are infinitely beautiful,
and your ear pendants are the gilded corpses of children,
and your ear pendants are cries of birth
and your necklaces are plaited cobras
bedecked with the crania of your sons, the alphabet
that created the world and prematurely spared its death,
and you swing the bloody broad-axe
and the demon’s severed head, in triumph,
and bless and show: be not afraid,
he shall gain his life who loses it for me
incomprehensible, cruel and beautiful,
raging and violent, gentle and abundant mercy,
infinite
mother, bluish black
and naked, eternally
virgin, constantly loving,
dancing and loving, straddling death, riding
your beloved – loving
and dancing devastation for the sake of the births,
grave and bosom, unfathomable, dancing amok and yet gentle
om – kang – kalika –namah
for devastation for the sake of the births
and I know that I am near
when at last,
when at last I am able
to call Christ mother
MARTIN ENCKELL
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markpaine
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mogunn
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Haole crack Batman!
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belladog
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| Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:56 pm Post subject: |
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You think it's bad up there? C'mon down here to north OC where you can be threatrened with arrest from an armed peace officer for sailing on the wrong stretch of beach!
yabba dabba do! |
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surfskimd
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| Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:59 pm Post subject: |
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| "First thing we do. Let's kill all the lawyers." Shakespeare. |
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dabull1
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| Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:25 pm Post subject: PEACE IN OUR TIME!!! |
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FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT!!!! Thank you Billy for bringing some sanity into this discussion. The remainder of this post was deleted per Theq's peace efforts. Bull
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rowena
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Posts: 168
Location: Mars satellite
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| Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:30 pm Post subject: Wisdom for the night.... |
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Malibu Police Chief:
"Mr. Treehorn draws a lot of water in this town. You don't draw shit, Lebowski. Now we got a nice, quiet little beach community here, and I aim to keep it nice and quiet. So let me make something plain. I don't like you sucking around, bothering our citizens, Lebowski. I don't like your jerk-off name. I don't like your jerk-off face. I don't like your jerk-off behavior, and I don't like you, jerk-off. Do I make myself clear?"
The Dude: [after a pause] "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening." |
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Billyptres
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| Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:44 pm Post subject: alliance |
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Dabull -I wouldn't want to be a member of an alliance that would want me as a member.
The dude who wrote about his visor being sacred has a real good point... you don't mess with someone's hat ever! didn't Terry know that?  |
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dabull1
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| Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 12:09 am Post subject: |
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| DUUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I was a a little premature with that line about sanity! Bring on the Finnish Epic poetry Windoggie! Bull |
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