CANTO 47
"I am nourished by a food so noble True that I do not envy Love ch'ambrosia et netter False. Language is rotten. People forget links. All I know is, Cecelia, when you are at work as we potter about our lives I misses you. Were there a critical intelligence you well-educated dufusses we'd pour litter in its box. Never delay vengeance! Its exaction teaches a good lesson." The woman he loves sits on the right hand of God but raises her knees for him. (Or would if he could get her for just one minute to himself, and the time was ripe for him as well as her. Time = God w/ minutes for angels and words at the mercy of any angelologist who can afford a course. God doesn't care how fast you go. Blood pouring f/ a wound or two. "They carried me into a house from the street. I'd lost a lot of blood. No longer can I roam from hill to hill. The doctor says I'll heal, but I doubt it." And Perdita played transvestite. "If this feels blurry or vague it is no doubt my sense of inadequacy, never your perspicacity never your selfishness, never yourselves who are at fault, my middle-class readers, never having come under the scrutiny of Her who sits to the right of God, to the left, thus, of the audience al sacro loco ove fu posto in croce to be understood in atheist terms, of course, as habit stumbling upon a necessity that is purely personal, to die for or worse, to live." The mind passes. It is a noble crib milk & honey within easy reach Honesty & it passes on from its objects those exquisites Those persons whom it picked picks has picked had as its personages te ador. "Cecelia is his only Laura, and for me, my Laura in Halifax. She has gone, but I do not fully feel her absence, although I spent a sleepless night trying to imagine her installed somewhere unfamiliar, without anchor, perhaps desperate. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. Then, I saw her at rest, blissfully quiet, sun pouring thru her window. I saw her in an upscale neighborhood not far from a small downtown, friendly & fun w/ places like the $1 Store & a funky public library w/ tattered books. It's green and wet and on the community bulletin board are announcements of free concerts & cheap yoga. Now is autumn the leaves give way to the sky. I loved, therefore love even today, each bough my poor heart lit up on. That's why the bough breaks & we drink Lethe to the dregs. O, let me live in a cave where my hair can grow & my sex be neuter!" Gender neutral, let me be a "they"