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So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black
piano appassionato. The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my
manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for
the past.
SNAKE
He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.
The moment the mind interferes with love, or the will fixes
assumes it as an attribute, or the ego takes possession of it
it's just a mess.And we've made a great mess of love, mind
perverted, ego-perverted love.
Figs
The Italians vulgarly say, it stands for the female part ; the fig-fruit :
The fissure, the yoni,
The wonderful moist conductivity towards the centre.
Involved,
Inturned,
The flowering all inward and womb-fibrilled ;
And but one orifice.
And then the fig has kept her secret long enough.
So it explodes, and you see through the fissure the scarlet.
And the fig is finished, the year is over.
Thats how the fig dies, showing her crimson through the purple slit
Like a wound, the exposure of her secret, on the open day.
Like a prostitute, the bursten fig, making a show of her secret.
When Eve once knew in her mind that she was naked
She quickly sewed fig-leaves, and sewed the same for the man.
Shed been naked all her days before,
But till then, till that apple of knowledge, she hadnt had the fact on her mind.
She got the fact on her mind, and quickly sewed fig-leaves.
And women have been sewing ever since.
But now they stitch to adorn the bursten fig, not to cover it.
They have their nakedness more than ever on their mind,
And they wont let us forget it.
Honey-white figs of the north, black figs with scarlet inside, of the south.
Ripe figs wont keep, wont keep in any clime.
What then, when women the world over have all bursten into affirmation ?
And bursten figs wont keep ?
Nowitisautumnandthefallingfruit
andthelongjourneytowardsoblivion.
Theapplesfallinglikegreatdropsofdew
tobruisethemselvesanexitfromthemselves.
Anditistimetogo,tobidfarewell
toone'sownself,andfindanexit
fromthefallenself.
II
Haveyoubuiltyourshipofdeath,Ohaveyou?
Obuildyourshipofdeath,foryouwillneedit.
Thegrimfrostisathand,whentheappleswillfall
thick,almostthundrous,onthehardenedearth.
Anddeathisontheairlikeasmellofashes!
Ah!can'tyousmellit?
Andinthebruisedbody,thefrightenedsoul
findsitselfshrinking,wincingfromthecold
thatblowsuponitthroughtheorifices.
III
Andcanamanhisownquietusmake
withabarebodkin?
Withdaggers,bodkins,bullets,mancanmake
abruiseorbreakofexitforhislife;
butisthataquietus,Otellme,isitquietus?
Surelynotso!forhowcouldmurder,evenselfmurder
everaquietusmake?
IV
Oletustalkofquietthatweknow,
thatwecanknow,thedeepandlovelyquiet
ofastrongheartatpeace!
Howcanwethis,ourownquietus,make?
Buildthentheshipofdeath,foryoumusttake
thelongestjourney,tooblivion.
Anddiethedeath,thelongandpainfuldeath
thatliesbetweentheoldselfandthenew.
Alreadyourbodiesarefallen,bruised,badlybruised,
alreadyoursoulsareoozingthroughtheexit
ofthecruelbruise.
Alreadythedarkandendlessoceanoftheend
iswashinginthroughthebreachesofourwounds,
Alreadythefloodisuponus.
Ohbuildyourshipofdeath,yourlittleark
andfurnishitwithfood,withlittlecakes,andwine
forthedarkflightdownoblivion.
VI
Piecemealthebodydies,andthetimidsoul
hasherfootingwashedaway,asthedarkfloodrises.
Wearedying,wearedying,weareallofusdying
andnothingwillstaythedeathfloodrisingwithinus
andsoonitwillriseontheworld,ontheoutsideworld.
Wearedying,wearedying,piecemealourbodiesaredying
andourstrengthleavesus,
andoursoulcowersnakedinthedarkrainovertheflood,
coweringinthelastbranchesofthetreeofourlife.
VII
Wearedying,wearedying,soallwecando
isnowtobewillingtodie,andtobuildtheship
ofdeathtocarrythesoulonthelongestjourney.
Alittleship,withoarsandfood
andlittledishes,andallaccoutrements
fittingandreadyforthedepartingsoul.
Nowlaunchthesmallship,nowasthebodydies
andlifedeparts,launchout,thefragilesoul
inthefragileshipofcourage,thearkoffaith
withitsstoreoffoodandlittlecookingpans
andchangeofclothes,
upontheflood'sblackwaste
uponthewatersoftheend
upontheseaofdeath,wherestillwesail
darkly,forwecannotsteer,andhavenoport.
Thereisnoport,thereisnowheretogo
onlythedeepeningblacknessdarkeningstill
blackeruponthesoundless,ungurglingflood
darknessatonewithdarkness,upanddown
andsidewaysutterlydark,sothereisnodirectionanymore
andthelittleshipisthere;yetsheisgone.
Sheisnotseen,forthereisnothingtoseeherby.
Sheisgone!gone!andyet
somewheresheisthere.
Nowhere!
VIII
Andeverythingisgone,thebodyisgone
completelyunder,gone,entirelygone.
Theupperdarknessisheavyasthelower,
betweenthemthelittleship
isgone
Itistheend,itisoblivion.
IX
Andyetoutofeternityathread
separatesitselfontheblackness,
ahorizontalthread
thatfumesalittlewithpalloruponthedark.
Isitillusion?ordoesthepallorfume
Alittlehigher?
Ahwait,wait,forthere'sthedawn
thecrueldawnofcomingbacktolife
outofoblivion
Wait,wait,thelittleship
drifting,beneaththedeathlyashygrey
ofaflooddawn.
Wait,wait!evenso,aflushofyellow
andstrangely,Ochilledwansoul,aflushofrose.
Aflushofrose,andthewholethingstartsagain.
Thefloodsubsides,andthebody,likeawornseashell
emergesstrangeandlovely.
Andthelittleshipwingshome,falteringandlapsing
onthepinkflood,
andthefrailsoulstepsout,intothehouseagain
fillingtheheartwithpeace.
Swingstheheartrenewedwithpeace
evenofoblivion.
Ohbuildyourshipofdeath.Ohbuildit!
foryouwillneedit.
Forthevoyageofoblivionawaitsyou.