Prim Reclining Goddess © Surazeus 2024 03 14 Heritage of the walking table claims prim reclining goddess on railroad tracks loves Teiresias of the hooting owl with visual passion of Olympic games distorting visions of computer hacks who program dreams with poems of Robert Lowell. Close reading of blank books that swim alone exposes pride that Julius Caesar twists concept of Heaven that glamors his brain to sing in harmony with rolling stone that Sisyphus paints red with martial fists because Teiresias loves to dance in rain. Because the Boston Brahmin rides black horse along telephone lines of naked voice though wise zombies study philosophy, Teiresias sails small boat down winding course from Mount Parnassus based on private choice to prove Death plays chess through theology. Unhappy circumstances of his life concealed in puzzling poems he never writes with rigorous examination of faith, Teiresias wears mask of his gorgeous wife to fool Robert Lowell who always fights against imperial reign of the god wraith. While driving Tudor Ford on asphalt road past the old South Boston Aquarium through bleak Sahara of swirling snowflakes, Teiresias visits Temple of the Toad who leads the dead to lush Elysium with honest hope to meet satanic snakes. Opposed to factories built in cotton fields where dancing skeletons worship the Bear, Teiresias lassoes idol of dead king who still laments bloody sword his son wields in battle to defend Apollinaire who searches in vain for his lost left wing. Traumatized by love of the eyeless ghost who dances with him gracefully through time, Teiresias tries to confess with proud mien eternal flame of love that burns his boast with promise to cleanse his soul of all crime then vanish in shadow of Melusine. With fierce ambition of his fleeting youth that weighs his heart with cruel elusive flame beaming too brightly from the stark abyss, Teiresias appoints me messiah sleuth under spar spire of the church with no name because Ishtar enchants me with her kiss.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Reclining Woman
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I started writing this poem when I saw the painting Reclining Woman in the background of this video where Helen Vendler discusses the poetry of Robert Lowell.
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