To The Temptress, Soaked

"Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart."

"History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake"

perhaps attracted to the Anti-Christ

I antI- Ant-i can't stop-

memorized 

by the cruel mistress, Kleio 

this film is stuck

repeating

heads tumbling

ripping of flesh

she did not

soak her body

in milk

no, it was

blood

that made her

skin of silk.

A Crazed Girl

That crazed girl improvising her music,
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling she knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'

W.B Yeats