THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
Taraxacum
Love is less the lion's tooth* -
more a stain of piss upon a sheet
- that spreads - like sappy, spotty youth -
and soon or later
in defeat
fades in the prick's
particle-decelerator.
"Taraxacum" is why I keep coming back to this blog: I always learn something, dandelion. I like Yeats's metaphor--Yeats was indeed a lion in winter, pursuing sex into his seventies (until he died) with a woman much younger to explore the delights of tantra, a situation tolerated by his wife--it speaks well of the power and fruitfulness of the dandelion's seeding even at the end of its cycle, as anyone with a garden can attest to the dandelion's invincible fertilities, rather than the dribbling of a desiccated old-age cock you describe here. The nature in your title here points to the many meanings of male seeding at the end much more than the man-made particle-decelerator does.
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"Taraxacum" is why I keep coming back to this blog: I always learn something, dandelion. I like Yeats's metaphor--Yeats was indeed a lion in winter, pursuing sex into his seventies (until he died) with a woman much younger to explore the delights of tantra, a situation tolerated by his wife--it speaks well of the power and fruitfulness of the dandelion's seeding even at the end of its cycle, as anyone with a garden can attest to the dandelion's invincible fertilities, rather than the dribbling of a desiccated old-age cock you describe here. The nature in your title here points to the many meanings of male seeding at the end much more than the man-made particle-decelerator does.
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