Biddy the Clap, Circle Center Circumference, Cunty Kate, James Joyce, Jerusalem, Luvah, Nothing, Paul Hazelton, Poetry, Spontaneous Generation: The Immaculate Conception of Dust, Temporality, Ulysses, Vala, William Blake
Creation from nothing and then arbitrate?
If that’s what this is, to the party I’m late.
But nothing’s not nothing, of this I well ken
It’s in here I must kill the now and the then.
All, not at all, or the Vala between?
Damn death, Luvah life! (Or you’d think me obscene.)
Before gravity’s center gets all displaced,
Let’s kiss and atone and then pardon disgrace.
For truely and bluely and justly and such,
I’ll speak to your eyes, though I do talk too much.
Kiss Biddy the Clap, and tell sweet Cunty Kate,
To tell what’s true plainly I must obfuscate.