|Jan/Feb 1999 Poetry|
In 1811 Shelley pronounced the Eucharist
cannibalistic and turned to a half-baked
vegetarian regime and full-flight doppelgangers.
Now it's the real late 20th C and when
one says, with filliping smirk, "Eat Me"
one is not talking even post-millennial
but means while you digest that possibility
your humanoid protein wafer has already
levitated the proverbial coop trailing fin-de-siecle
vapors of aromatherapy and the auto-romance of
strategically pierced body parts.
Summer Lessons, in the Rainforest
Even on holiday, surrounded by west coast rainforest,
we can't escape the latest in skill-testing bi-cultural
For sensitivity to the non-inclusive interests
of local tree-hugger and aboriginal spiritualist
our tourist pamphlet offers the totemic import
of "culturally modified trees"
while to alert us to anti-
social practices in the semi-wild, the radio news warns
of a 59-year-old apprehended for pleasuring himself
against a cemetery tombstone--- "offering indignities
to a monument marking human remains"
The lesson here,
apart from a kind of old- and mid-growth lushness
of euphemism, appears to indicate that cultural
adaptation can be as simple as handing a few well-
placed whacks, on tree or stump, as a preferred way
to ward off, or repulse, all manner of evil spirit
whether emanating from sky or from under ground
"the language, the language!" --WCW
This is just to say
I have tasted
all your knock-
Berkson (w/ Fagin & Padgett)
you left lying
knock me out
in that open