Showing posts with label Eve. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eve. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

lecture six:

deicide,
perhaps.
decide!

form before function?
matter?
(does it? perhaps.)
or myth?

alone in the garden, she waits patiently for her father, her brother, her lover, the image of God (a piece of His soul) to bathe her of sin. sweat drips, and the sunscorched garden is tangible for the first time; is. here is the mirror, and langue hath intruded in her solitary sibilant somnambulation; in her exalted ghetto, Pandora chokes and wails.