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combat normality

THE COMPULSIVE ILLUSION URANIAN-PHILADELPHIC POEMS by Anthony Weir

Love is
Soup Dream
Life is
Dream Soup

When I was a child
high toilet-walls
were greenly-defiled
by years of competitions
of boys
raising litre by metre .

Men are lucky:
they can stand while they piss
and angle for strange fish

like Saint Peter.

(from Cinema of the Blind )

 

FOREST SONG

The darkness is
The darkness is good
The forest is good
to its people

In the forest I AM
Outside the forest I'm TO DO

I am naked
standing by a pool
while the moon admires its full
reflection in the full water

The monkeys have stopped screaming
where I passed by
in my moonskin

And everything is quiet as the moon
as the moon and I make love
and I make moon-milk in moonlight

All quiet but for the sound
of moon-scattering water I dive into
after little monkey-cries
of fitness.

(adapted from three early poems)

  
DEEP DOWN

Everybody really knows that only animal
satisfactions satisfy
the animals we are
(in air-conditioned halls,
tax-forms, names, clothes, cutlery)
- and this is why
- I’m nuzzling your balls
- while listening to Schubert
- and drinking Château
Coutet-à-Barsac.

(from Cinema of the Blind )

TRINITY-INFANTASY

Your solid, hairy body was for an hour the father
I the skinny bastard never had,
your unmanifested mind the son
Imight have fumble-foisted as a lad
upon the girl I might have loved
if girls had thought me fun.
The holy spirit of our hearts' communion
might have snuggled in our hugs
and in our waking up together
holding hands, and in our cuddles
sliding back to sleep, and as we woke again
to celebrate our muddles.

(adapted from a version in Dispatches from the War …)

 

PERFECT CIRCLE

I wish that I could lick
my prick
as beasts can,
For then (with luck)
I wouldn't want to fuck
or stick
it into anything
And I would be content to suck
myself, and pause
Complete as circle of serpent
with tail in its jaws.  
 
(from Cinema of the Blind )

 
Control birth

Combat normality.
We are as sperm
swimming in
the rectum of reality.

Glory be to theft and kisses
Glory be to breath
Glory be to slugs and beetles
Glory be to death.

Buried down deep or sitting above
The relation of pebble to earth
(which it was and will become)
is true love.

Mind activates awareness
Insight transcends mind
Wisdom's a puddle, decease is catharsis
We are most serious when we
wipe our arses.

(from Dispatches from the War... )

ESCAPE FROM THE MUSÉE D'ORSAY

Tired and sick at heart
I stole fifty-eight postcards and fled
the marble show-prison for innocent paintings .
They shouldn't be there
(more than half-dead)
in that vandalised railway-station
and we shouldn't be here in the world,
in cold latitudes, breeding
and stealing our heat and our food
from the poor and the beasts,
and producing more and more stuff
getting colder and colder while we turn
the heat higher and higher,
and build prisons even for paintings - as if their hideous, torturing frames were not enough!

After dinner alone in the flat
I went to the quays at the place Stalingrad
where men prowl and skulk
(and one or two chat)
and, under a culvert, eager and jostling
like dogs round a bitch, watch a man merely suck
another man off, without joy.

EPIPHANY
Eochu, Lord of the Underworld

Gun-barrel
Slung between powerful things
Marvel
Fixing my humble and envious eyes
Slides out of its stock
Veins standing out, thick
As a man’s arm:
Authority
Long and splendid and black
Extends towards the ground,
Then, with a casual, masterful
Flick, slaps a taut belly
Swings down again
And slowly slips back
Into thigh-portal
Leaving me trembling and awed
By unconscious display
Of his superhumanity.

 
 
RELIGION

God locked in his churches
The Mother of God in glass boxes
Believers in toilets
Every beast behind walls:
Christ the desecrator
The Great Divider –
And Satan the one with the balls.

(from Cinema of the Blind )

 
 
PERFECT PORTABLE PRODUCT

You’re never alone
with a Willy Phone ^®
Inside or out.
Ten Number Memory. Six sexy
shades from Stallion Black to
Pheromonal Pink. Five Freudian Flavours.
Deluxe veined version available
To the devout.

(from Fearful Symmetry )

 
OUTLINE OF A BOOK

BEYOND ORGASM:
The Man to Man Guide
to Soft Willy Sex:
Sensual cuddles and
Non-Penetrative Fulfilment.

C O N T E N T S

Affection without False Expectation
Sensual Deprivations of Childhood
Therapeutic Holosensuality:
Fighting the stereotypes
Enjoyment without Ownership
Giving Energy rather than
Receiving Frustration
Flow versus Compulsion,
Respect versus ‘Love’
Opening up to the Spirituality
Of "Casual Sex"
Helpful Plants and Natural Allies
Champagne and Soft Ceremonies
Hug Therapy and Peacemaking Amongst Primates
Sexy Soups and Orgasmic Puddings
Awakening Nipple Awareness
Armpits and Ecstasy
Helter-Skeltering the Kundalini
Pissing and The Shaman’s Path
Threesomes, Fivesomes and
Cuddle Buddy Networks
The Magic of Extremities:
Feet, Fingers and Scalp
Avoiding Prosecution
The Sensual Underground
Spiritual Revolution

(from Fearful Symmetry )  


 
MEMO FROM THE SECRETARY
OF THE MOON

In some ancient and some recent
archaic societies a man’s
desirability was measured
not by the amount of room
he occupied on Earth
but by the quantity and variety
of other men’s sperm
that he managed to consume.

For him there was no risk
of emotional infantilism, nor
permanent detachment
from oceanic drift;
For him the gift
of ‘homosexuality’ was
nothing to be feared –

and no worries about combing
the semen out of his beard.



BUBBLES AND SQUEAKS
 
Love is as deeply shocking
an experience as
Standing naked in icy rain.
The taste of your trust in me
while I kiss you deeply, repeatedly
is remarkably like champagne.

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