Before I introduce this weeks poem, just a word about the poetic art. A strong portion of myself greatly rebels against poetry that is inaccessible and incoherent. I think the hyperlink technology is a great way to add to the ability to make a poem more accessible. I am a fan of T.S. Eliot's poetry, because even with his obscure references you knew what the hell he was talking about or he at least gave you a chance to figure it out. Maybe it was all the footnotes in The Wasteland or his redemptive Four Quartets or because of his sing-song Hollow Men:
This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang, but a whimper.
Today's WTF poem takes us from the whimper ending wimp out of the world, to the beginning with Adam and Eve and from the fall to the teachings of the New Testament and culminating in the crucifixion of our Savior, Jesus Christ, examined in my own, critical fashion:
Mormon Erotica's Biblical Love Re-Dux
Adam got Eve
Because it wasn't good for man
To be alone,
Because he needed his ass out of paradise
And suffering
In the cold cruel world.
Love your neighbor
As you love yourself
Is pretty bad fucking advice ---
Because most of us
Are pretty self-loathing.
Love your enemies,
Bless them that despitefully use you --
This is the definition of
Romantic love.
God so loved the world
That he sent us his only begotten son.
And look what happened
To Him.
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Friday, January 19, 2007
Biblical Love Redux -- WTF (Want To Fuck Friday) Poetry
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6 comments:
Wow, great poem, and I don't say that lightly because I don't like poetry (usually). That last stanza (is that what it's called?) really hit me. Thanks T!
And who is that fox all oiled up and ready to go. Whoa!
LOL!! Loved the last lines...very poignant!
Jesus loves me, yes I know
Cause the Bible tells me so
That is all I need to hear
And so I know I'll never fear
Nothing else is in my head
Except a book by guys long dead
Science isn't telling me
What I can and cannot see
I never, ever take a look
Since I only own one book
Jesus is my only thought
When others ask me what I've bought
I’d rather pluck out both my eyes
So that I can't see the lies
That Science tells us are the truth
I think that Science is uncouth!
Telling me that things fall down
And how a cricket makes a sound
And how planets spin around the sun
And how the gears in watches run
I do not need to hear the facts
I only need religious tracts
And prayers to our Great Lord above
Who blinded me with Bible Love
It feels so good to be so dense
To live behind an iron fence
To shelter fragile minds from truth
(Indoctrinate them in their youth)
Feed them tales of God above
And all of His undying Love
And how he put things in this place
Plain as the nose there on your face
That seem to say that He's not real
That's just the lying Science deal!
He put them here to fool us guys
When we try to use our eyes
We know better, yes we do
Science is at best, untrue
At worst a strange Satanic plot
To show what is real, and what is not
Why should we care what is real?
We still have the Christian deal
Believe in God, at any cost
And look to others like we're lost
Hope for God to make it clear
When the Rapture cometh near
With nonbelievers left behind
You'll all be sorry that you whined
Of how we're descended from some beast
(I don't believe it in the least)
“No Thanks” I say to Science stuff
I think that I have had enough
Of facts and reason, Truth and Hope
I'd much prefer to be a dope.
-- Posted by Sweaty Balzac in the Chrome Nun forum.
Wanker... you are a treasure. Thank all the known gods for those who love poetry and literature.
"...I grow old . . .I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me..."
LB,
The fact that you don't really like poetry and you even broke out the word "Stanza" for me, is wonderful, thank you.
JOOM,
Poignant, yes. Also maybe, sarcastic and sacreligious?
Steve,
I had a fantastic time
Reading the doggerel rhyme
Which as a poetic form
Is the grade school norm
Good for fluff and comedy
Like religion & overstuffed piety.
Sideon,
Thank you and where the hell are you hiding the mermaids?
Who said I was hiding the mermaids? :) Tangent, but did you ever see Madonna's video with mermen? Ay caramba...!
Didn't you see the "Little Mermaid"? The phallic underwater palace and your Mormon Tabernacle look eerily similar, don't you think?
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