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| Eunice de Souza |
(1979)
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| POEM FOR A POET | ||||
| It pays to be a poet. You don´t have to pay prostitutes. Marie has spiritual thingummies. Write her a poem about the Holy Ghost. Say: ´Marie, my frequent sexual encounters represent more than an attempt to find mere physical fulfilment. They are a poet´s struggle to transcend the self and enter into communion with the world.´ Marie´s eyes will glow. Pentecostal flames will descend. The Holy Ghost will tremble inside her. She will babble in strange tongues: ´O Universal Lover in a state of perpetual erection! Let me too enter into communion with the world through thee.´ Rita loves music and has made a hobby of psychology. Undergraduate, and better still, uninitiated. Write her a poem about woman flesh. Watch her become oh so womanly and grateful. Giggle with her about horrid mother keeping an eye on the pair, the would-be babes in the wood, and everything will be so idyllic, so romantic so in time Except that you, big deal, are forty-six and know what works with whom. |
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