Been reading Voltaire

Optimists are negligent to reality's rude awakenings: wars, rape, murder, hunger, greed, deceit, Lisbon earthquakes, shattering bones, disease. But naivety holds your brains together... for now.

NUMBERED BONES

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PUNISHMENT

(by Seamus Heaney)

I can feel the tug of the halter at the nape of her neck, the wind on her naked front. It blows her nipples to amber beads, it shakes the frail rigging of her ribs. I can see her drowned body in the bog, the weighing stone, the floating rods and boughs. Under which at first she was a barked sapling that is dug up oak-bone, brain-firkin: her shaved head like a stubble of black corn, her blindfold a soiled bandage, her noose a ring to store the memories of love. Little adultress, before they punished you you were flaxen-haired, undernourished, and your tar-black face was beautiful. My poor scapegoat, I almost love you but would have cast, I know, the stones of silence. I am the artful voyeur of your brain's exposed and darkened combs, your muscles' webbing and all your numbered bones: I who have stood dumb when your betraying sisters, cauled in tar, wept by the railings, who would connive in civilized outrage yet understand the exact and tribal, intimate revenge.

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SEE THE BOG PEOPLE

take the cure

Dear Candiru & Dysfonctionnelle,

Get out of my head. Both of you... stop walking behind me in the shadowed hallways of my dreams.

Stop xx,

M