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This is part 1 of a long poem-in-progress. -Pen = Purity 1. Male saints specialized in self-torture, female saints in accommodating the loathsome. Ordinary women without hope of heaven Washed blood & shit out of the garments after the crucifixion. And regular Joes tamp down the dirt without thinking much of anything. The holy man or woman is just like the rest of us, but spared by obsession the need to make a living. Free to drive nails between the bones of the hand; free to cultivate the ulcer at the back of the knee, so exquisitely inflamed as to induce angelic visions. In either case the meditation insists on setting the mind apart to observe its brother the body revolted, pained beyond recognition. Cognition suspended until such time as it is saved by death & transfiguration or by boredom. After the world ends, how to go on? What must we do to ourselves? To avoid ordinary confusion, the saint, like the pornographer, lights on one thing to the exclusion of others. This is called purity. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%