Venus, Goddess, Mother of victory, keel of human life :
soak me the sugary spit of your gorgeous Dryads !
cohort of Vulcan and Mars !
Erycina ! ! Caelestis ! Anadyomene !
Come, appear ! upon the quadriga brilliant, scentful :
rose and myrtle, evergreen wreath, virile womb of glory !
from the chariot, the stallions abreast :
blind me with the diadem and strike me with the scepter :
redden the green moss along the blue river
with the drippings of your royal blood :
Menarche of dawn, halo of life, triumphal new beginning !
soft peach velvet warmth, come, Great Blessed Genetrix :
the earth vibrates like a lyre-string
upon your brittle ivory
admire this Olympian body !
flesh of marble, cunt of flowers ! our Venus is resplendant
upon these Pleiades !
spray lactescent upon the firmament !
empty your chalice upon these milky stars
and fiery swarms of flaring rocks burning in their blue flames
beauty, fineness, love ! depths of lust and madness,
the human slavery under yokes of it,
sidereal in cosmic grace, boundless in implication,
ever-lasting, eternal, insoluble
undeniable, immutable inherent artistry of creation
aesthetic of the Gods, a gilded pallor of paradox,
an ever-deepening red-glow inferno of beauty :
burning rivers of bubbling tar and angry, hissing fumes...
submerge me and drench me in the liquids...
remind me that all ignoble evils
are but freak mutations of your absence...
bask me in the serene smells of wisdom,
dull me with inebration, overdose my body
melt me in your auspicious vision,
most imposing, most brilliant ever-gleaming,
your heralding of hope ! melt me
as a flake of snow to a fire !
melt me in piquant gourds of colocynths
dismantle me in the beauty
of the Callipygian idol
the faint vestiges of my once charism
is trampled below the goatfeet of Pan :
i surrender ! i yield ! i acquiesce !
catch me like a fly or a midge or a gnat,
entrap me in these filaments of beauty
Cloacina ! drink now the sludge of these inverted rainbows !
whirlwinds of furious fire lick the palaces of Jupiter :
i leap forthwith into the lurid flamery...
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Thursday, December 5, 2024
"THE DIMPLES OF VENUS"
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