Mr Alarum has left the Library. Good for him, sad for me (though he returned books and music I had loaned him over the years including my four CD Supreme Dicks collection). Tom gives me the chewing out I deserve and the Kind I needed. Unrelated but thoroughly related, I wanted a quieter template, so shazam. I haven't link-fished in days, I owe you and will probably pay you back tomorrow but no promises.
STUDIES OF AN OX'S HEART, c 1511-13
The long incision. The incipient voyage from aortic arch to thoracic inlet. Small-particled is the corpuscled city. (Bustling opuscula.) A city of animal electricity. A lowing cycling mass. Calm the cowed heart. Still the browbeating heart. Cool the controversial hearthstone. Let the blade intervene where the divine intersects bovinity.
Pour wax into the gate of an ox’s heart. Close the small doors of the heart via a template of hardened wax, a temple of vital gases, water with grass seed suspension, glass blown through a cast of calcined gypsum, plaster of Santo Spirito. Spiritous dissection, blood-sooty vapors, the dense dance of the Renaissance counts down a Galenic pulse. Musculo vivicare. Transit the venous. Bypass the arterial. Underscore the two-part cantus firmus in heat and motion.
(The fixed heart burns slow, spurns fervor.)
Is "left the Library" some sort of secret poetry language euphemism? I hope he's not, you know, dead or something.ReplyDelete