Anacoluthic -- Peter O'Leary
Stars in the sunlight fade : what are the metaphorical titles drawn
from the world of sense & applied to the nature of God; his geomantic eyes
the light from which visits you its cold
shed from Saturn lunar, avernal, januarial?
In the hour when night furls its last menaces
I had a dream:
For some wrongdoing I am to be imprisoned by the son of man (a matrilineal inversion: manson);
incarcerated in her basement A WOMAN, STAMMERING, WTH SQUINTED EYES, LIMPING,
HER HANDS BADLY MAIMED
Inevitable. Pitiless. Human. Punishment.
STARING AT HER, SHE SOFTENED, WANTING HER IN SPITE
OF MYSELF, SHE BECAME MORE DESIRABLE :
HER rayment did shine, and was made very white, even as snowe:
NEARLY JOINED IN COITION, SHE SANG
Enwrapped in that which is wholly intangible, invisible, nevertheless
I lobby for lenience. My imprisonment involves me standing at a large, ancient
box EVEN ULYSSES COULDN'T BEAR HER VOICE, SHE CLAIMED
& I WAS WANTING HER MORE BADLY : DESIRE-TERROR
sticking my hand through an opening
nature, scripture an
where it is braced. An interior potion of the box is on a wheel, rotating
like a turbine a severing, guilotining motion
A LADY, HOLY & ALERT, APPEARED; SHE SAID:
Master, who is this!
STARS UPON HER MOUTH. Awaken.
AND THE SINGER TURNED FOUL, LIMPENED. THE LADY TORE HER GOWN. THEN HER BELLY
WITH A SICKENING SLASHING MOTION.
HANDSFUL OF VISCERA. EXSANGUINATION.
GAGGING FITS IN THE NOXIUM. BEGUN AT 14 UNCEASING.
A rotation of the wheel earns a distortion to my wrist. There's a ball I need to hold onto.
The turbine twists in my wrist so that I want to drop the ball. But this I must not do.
"let us find the opening
by which you may enter."
The House of the Son of Man is designed around a central pit. A cousin, a priest (philipic father, lover of horses)
Not torture but : CASTIGATION.
What is meant by God's oath & his malediction, by his slumber & awaking, & all the other
inspired imagery of allegoric symbolism?
Purgatorio XIX 1-36