Tuesday, February 2, 2021

What Bone Looms They Sewed Themselves Into

Above bleggalgazing anthem number two, yesterday Blogroll Amnesty Day, bullets from traditional post, last posted three years ago below
* Jon Swift did me Kind multiple times - some of you still here found me via Jon
*BAD reminds me annually of blogs whose club I joined, all of us competing to be noticed by Liberal Blegsylvania's overlords and invited to that far more prestigious club.
* Then my obamapostasies, my democratectomies. I let my membership lapse
*I hope it is still Blogroll Amnesty Day on some of those blogs still alive.
*Thank you those still here who found me back then via Jon, Kind, you.
*It's BAD - if there's someone / someplace you think I might / oughta please let me know.
*Bleggalgazing Anthems One and Two (Anthem One the most-posted video here - longtimers can vouch).


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Rest in Peace Clayton EshlemanTwo Eshleman poemsDotTjurunga



Clayton Eshleman

Patters, paters, Apollo globes, sound 
breaking up with silence, coals 
I can still hear, entanglement of sense pools, 
the way a cave might leak perfume--

in the Cro-Magnons went, along its wet hide walls, 
as if a flower in, way in, drew their leggy 
panspermatic bodies, spidering over 
bottomless hunches, groping toward Persephone's fate:
to be quicksanded by the fungus pulp of Hades' purple hair 
  exploding in their brains.

They poured their foreheads into the coals and corrals 
zigzagged about in the night air--
        the animals led in crossed 
a massive vulva incised before the gate,
the power that came up from it was paradise, the power 
the Cro-Magnons bequeathed to us:
to make an altar of our throats.

The first words were mixed with animal fat, 
wounded men tried to say who did it.
The group was the rim of a to-be-invented wheel, 
their speech was spokes, looping over, 
around, the hub of the fire, its silk of us, 
its burn of them, bop we dip, you dip, 
we dip to you, you will dip to us, Dionysus 
the plopping, pooling words, stirred
by the lyre gaps between the peaks of flame, 
water to fire, us to them.

Foal-eyes, rubbery, they looped
back into those caves whose walls could be strung
between their teeth, the sticky soul material pulled to
The sides by their hands, ooh
what bone looms they sewed themselves into, ah 
what tiny male spiders they were
on the enormous capable of devouring them 
female rock elastic word!


  1. 1)jon swift's blog was a great one - it turns out that at least some of his archives can be seen if you are willing to be extremely patient while they take a very long time to load - i found a comment by me - in which i perform my habitual 'footnote' move on the phrase 'gird one's loins'


    when you finally get there, even the blogrolls work - one link leads to a 'quote of the day' taken from gene robinson of the washpost - as he aptly put it, for the republican party of today to rise phoenixlike from the ashes, it first must burn to the ground - and that hasn't happened yet

    2)i don't recall how i first got to this blog - maybe a link of a link from fafblog!, of blessed memory, or perhaps some other semirandom metaphorical perigrination [all the while on this selfsame couch, purchased at m__________ ward in the 20th century, now located in m_________ village, regrettably no longer shared by companion animals] - thanks for tolerating my comments

  2. Hang in there, buddy. It's only going to get even worse.

    1. Thudner! What a wonderful BAD present. Do you still Cacapon?

  3. A Meme slide was posted years ago, showing a picture taken at Comicon of ~ 50 individuals dressed as Imperial Stormtroopers, marching, and the caption: 'FASCISM: You Really Think It Will Look Like This?'

    Um, yes.