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Post by Dunstan Attard on May 30, 2010 5:24:07 GMT -5
I do not linger among darnel columns of pompous porticos waiting in vain for constructed gods to make their mystery known to the imploring dance of incense;
I retire to the temple of plebeian skin, to my reclining poseuse.
She cascades onto scented waves of faithful fields; into secluded love, hair, fingers, tongue; plectra to celestial cords; mouth; tabernacle to godly oyster-rapture
astonishing octave, occipital ecstasy
Dominus vobiscum I sigh
Et cum spiritu tuo, darling, she whispers, kissing my lips.
How perfect the knowledge of my innocent god Note - Dominus vobiscum (the lord be with you pl) Et cum spiritu tuo (and with your spirit) The poem, written this morning, is prompted by an interview, aired on bbc radio, with a 55 year old french sex-worker who referred to the happy death of a bishop...
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Post by Nick Harris on May 30, 2010 21:45:54 GMT -5
Really nice! Worthy of a nomination. Cheers.
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Post by Bernard Alain on May 31, 2010 19:11:20 GMT -5
I couldn't find the article on google dunstan, but the poem is excellent, very smooth read.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Jun 1, 2010 1:52:11 GMT -5
What a way to die, and to be remembered! 'The temple of my plebeian skin' is a line worth quoting... Excellent stuff Dunstan!
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 2, 2010 16:16:33 GMT -5
Hello Bernard, do you refer to interview or the incidet itself. In cross checking what that lady said I came across this piece (read the end part). BBC intrviews are repeated frequently so i hope i come across it again and take note of detail. www.catholicvoice.co.uk/brokencross/PartSeven.htm
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