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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Escape from the Ivory Tower (F)
Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 09:10:05 -0500
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Escape from the Ivory Tower

Voces Intimae III

by oosh@nerve.com


here i am
alone in my bed
my bed of crimson joy
wondering

Who created Whom in whose image?

surrounded by open books
saint paul
saint augustine
saint thomas aquinas
the catechism
the catechism

O little catechism, who wrote you?

let me see you
come on out
don't be shy
oh it's you
you're ugly when you blush
cardinal red
what's the matter mr ratzinger
haven't you seen a naked woman before
i can't hurt you

Can I?

boys you were splendid
you wanted a god
full marks for that
you looked at all the known world
you drew your conclusions
you did the best you could
someone is proud of you

Have you heard the parable of the blind men and the elephant?

you looked at Man
you saw man
o yes this is what god must be like
an elephant is like a snake
feel it
or actually
a great big penis
yes indeed

(And from MY loins, springs forth...)

you're not as crazy as you sound
just a little blind
doing the best you could
you just didn't notice
something placed upon the earth

What are those strange creatures?

you know
the what-you-may-call-its
the ones that sometimes burn the dinner
o yes old boy
know what you're driving at
those um
mothers sisters daughters yes
would they not be

The Daughters of Eve?

malformed
from man
rib snatched
for man
by man
ignored so long

I think I must be invisible. Am I real?

i reach down
i touch
i feel
o hello
yes i'm real all right
o i'm real i'm real give me

Another book.

and hello to you mr e.e. cummings
welcome to my little show
what a nice name
heaven-sent
since i'm in the mood
give me a poem

 "a pretty girl who naked is
  is worth..."

yes, mr cummings, what am i... mmh... worth? mm?

 "worth a..."

yes mr cummings. mmh... keep going.

 "worth a... a..."

o yes. o yes! tell me. tell me!

 "worth a Thouuuuuusand statues..."

oh!

oh!

huh!

that was

aah

nice poem, mr cummings
thanks for noticing me
us
sorry to misquote a poet
the emphasis all mine
just a little carried away by
ah

Your Eloquence?

mmm

i roll over
curl up
sniff my happy fingers
sleepy
but tomorrow
i'm going
to write

TO WRITE THE TRUTH

wait for it...

AND AS SHE SPOKE THOSE IMPIOUS WORDS
SHE WAS STRUCK DOWN BY THE ALMIGHTY
AND THOSE AROUND BORE WITNESS
TRULY, GOD IS NOT MOCKED
AND THIS STONE HAS BEEN SET UP
THAT ALL MAY KNOW

mmmhhh
i'm tired now
i'm a good girl
a good girl always says thank you
your little girl says thank you
for the lovely thunderbolt

another
please please
tomorrow
or
since you made me this way

several ha ha

mmm

stop it
tired

kisses

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