The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 4/12/2009)

[RetroLounge]

Joan of Arc to the $2,000-an-hour woman

Jason would be saying, "Natalia is the greatest escort in the history of the world, as good as Cleopatra or Joan of Arc," and I’d be like, "Jason! Joan of Arc was not an escort, she was a religious martyr."
-- New York Magazine, July 18, 2005

at least your pimp has a name, a neck
you could put your two good hands around.
he loves you like all men love
what they sell, what comes back
in gold. make no mistake, my God
was a man: men with their mouths
at the entrance to the cave, whispering,
men dripping hallucinogens into the milk,
men insisting lead us, lead us, have this horse
this sword this sentence this pyre. men naked
under their robes, their armor, their teeth
bartering my skin for their country, a cause
I would have sworn was mine.

Cleo and I place bets on women like you.
from this distance, your dance looks like ours.
and Vashti's, and Salomé's, and Helen's,
and you’re acquainted with the Magdalene.
our mythical knees locked or spread,
bringing men to theirs and us to the gallows
the tower the stake / trade your corset for a habit
and they’ll hate you all the same: whatever cannot
be possessed is poison. the body is never bought
but rented which is why he wants your heart, bound
like feet, dancing only for him.

let me tell you something about possession: never
let a man dictate your wingspan or your footwear.
there’s a god on every corner and not one
would have you mortgage your given body
for this man and his fur-lined tongue. don’t think
I don’t know about love; more goes unreported
in history than in myth. sell your story, Natalia,
before they scrape it from under your fingernails
as evidence / cut your hair. buy a building
in Brooklyn. lay down on a bed of teeth, alone.
peel back their fingerprints one by one, each incision
the hot face of a god, unfolding.

Marty McConnell

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The Poet's Homepage: http://www.martyoutloud.com/Home_Page.html

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RL

[Sky Masterson]

1. That was a great read

Loved the last part

"let me tell you something about possession: never
let a man dictate your wingspan or your footwear.
there’s a god on every corner and not one
would have you mortgage your given body
for this man and his fur-lined tongue. don’t think
I don’t know about love; more goes unreported
in history than in myth. sell your story, Natalia,
before they scrape it from under your fingernails
as evidence / cut your hair. buy a building
in Brooklyn. lay down on a bed of teeth, alone.
peel back their fingerprints one by one, each incision
the hot face of a god, unfolding. "

Happy Easter

[RetroLounge]

2. Good morning...

Changed my Sig Line...

:hi:

RL

[Sky Masterson]

3. I like it.

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[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. Good morning, my dear Retro!

Oh, this is so damn powerful and wonderful...I especially love this stanza:

the body is never bought
but rented which is why he wants your heart, bound
like feet, dancing only for him.

Thank you, and have a great day!

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On edit: I too love your new sigline!

[RetroLounge]

5. ...

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RL

[Tuesday Afternoon]

6. right here --

"... more goes unreported
in history than in myth. "

That has a ring of truth to it.

:donut: :hi:

[RetroLounge]

10. ...

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RL

[BlueIris]

7. Heh. nt

[RetroLounge]

11. Hello!

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RL

[Chorophyll]

8. ...

:applause:

[RetroLounge]

12. Hello there....

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RL

[BarenakedLady]

9. Love it.

"let me tell you something about possession: never
let a man dictate your wingspan or your footwear."

:thumbsup:

[RetroLounge]

13. Yeah, I made that my sigline...

:hi:

RL