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
Sylvia Legris
1
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.
2
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.
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