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Upon Reading Horatio's "Drive" some moments birth poetry. your soul is feminine, waiting for seed, bearing the long line of cars, of people, trees, houses, the static and the moving, - waiting to otherwise bear. a natural process more than natural. natus, Latin, a sign in the sky, on a door. our native tongue has long reach, picks the pockets of dead men, licks the corners of the coliseum, jams itself into the mouth of a woman pushing a cart, a man scribing in candlelight. then it scatters its own jargon, planting. it is more than eating and taking a shit, yet similar. someone, somewhere, may read this, or that, mine, or yours, and one of us may give it to them good. fokker, Dutch, to breed. as the coiner said, “bischops may fuck thair fill and be vnmaryit.” yea, we be fruitful, and multiply. |
Additional Notes:
"Horatio" is my bud and fellow poet, Thomas Wright, M.D. "Drive" is a phenomenal poem of his.
According to the Online Etymological Dictionary (link below), which references the OED, the earliest appearance of the current spelling of "fuck" recorded in English was by Sir David Lyndesay in "Ane Satyre of the Thrie Estaits" (1535). He is the "coiner," and the line is quoted in the poem.
http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=fuck
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