Making Aphrodite, or, A Recipe For Disaster

"poikilothron athamat Aphrodita,pai Dois
doloploke,lissomaise,me m'aisaisi med onaisi damna..."*

The rooms become aquatic,
High heat and holy days,
Scent fills the house;
A wave cresting and cresting.
Fish explore the furniture,
Pearls set up shop in tea cups,
Octopi move into the dishes in the sink.
It all boils together--
Semen and tears,
That dash of blood salted with the doom of Gods;
Leaving us unmade as the beds we depart,
Smelling of oceans,
The sheets turned to shrouds in their bare awkwardness.



*
"Ornately throned deathless Aphrodite,
wile weaving daughter of Zues,
I beg you, don't overcome my spirit
with pain and care..."
Sappho 1


c. 1/23/10

Gang members steal puppy

This was actually the headline in my morning paper today. Wtf. This is like some made up scenario you'd use to describe what some dastardly gang would do in a 1900's caper. Are they The Riverside Puppy Snatchers? Do they stomp and daisies too? And wear big black mustaches that they twirl while chuckling maniacally? Seriously, who steals a puppy? I hope they take good care of it....