. rarely...
but it does happen...
a cat will encounter you
going up the stairs
in the middle
of the night,
with a fresh batch of
ice-cubes,
and it will attach yourself
to a medium of attention,
it will ballerina side-step
an 8,
persistent,
looking for the strong aspect
of your hand,
burrowing its head into it,
no, it's not looking for your knuckles,
not the tip of your fingers,
but the cusp...
so you play with it for some time,
before you decide: "bored",
and hyena grip the poor thing
in the midst of its staged
performance...
you take it into your bedroom,
clear the bed, place her in it,
put on some ola gjeilo
for her, while you're still strapped
to the headphone listening
to some dikanda;
what could a cat actually
want from a drunkard?
maybe i respect her exercise
of freedom,
maybe: cats can teach a man
to not become overtly
attached to a "concept" of
progeny?
this **** is rare...
what? this feline show of
needing attention...
how i've come to adore cats...
bypassing the basic clues
of dogs,
the whole concern for a leash...
when an animal comes to you,
and asks to be petted,
when it's no longer a
primordial base,
a bonsai variety of a tiger...
then you fake petting it...
it does it's 8 swirl...
shape akin to a standing
infinity...
i wonder...
how far apart is
the hyphen (-)
from a lemniscate (∞)?
i'll tell you:
pet a cat prior,
pet a cat that wants /
implores you to pet it...
but it just kept nudging my petting
hand, kept burrowing itself
in finding the cusp...
it didn't want the fingertips,
it didn't want the knuckles...
what a rare occassion,
when,
i would never, ever have
praise for dog ownership...
this, completed
variation of my own freedom...
maybe that's what i devalued
the ownership of dogs...
the leash put me off...
this dog-ownership
ownership consistency...
akin to parenthood
of not being to allow
the a priori testimony /
expression of inherent freedom...
for all the sins of Muhammad...
i believe that i should
believe that...
the only judgement comes
in the form of khadija **** khuwaylid:
a woman 25 years his senior,
a literate woman...
who wrote the first
verses of the quran...
if not khadija?
to me... khadija wrote the first
verses of the quran...
if not more than half of them...
god has nothing to do with
this prominent individual,
muhammad died,
and will be judged by khadija...
after all... "the miracle"
of the existence of the quran...
last time i heard...
muhammad was illiterate...
he didn't write these verses...
so, who did?
my guess is...
a woman wrote it...
khadija...
last time i heard:
muhammad was illiterate!
so who wrote the first verses?
****'s sake...
my guess is as good as yours,
but my guess is:
a woman wrote the quran...
some would claim
the quran is nothing short of
the stephen vizinczey
novel: any woman 25 years
my senior....
who managed to write a book
for me?
one compliment to muhammad...
if those were genuine
hallucinations,
and they rhymed in arabic...
great, having remembered them...
and allowing them access to
the writtten word,
walking back from the cave
of meditation...
but, then of course...
the "laissez faire" of theology,
and the monopoly of monotheistic
revisionism...
the: "enzyme" approach...
instigator, praise...
whatever you want to call it...
muhammad was illiterate...
so who wrote the first surahs...
if not the literate first wife
of muhammad, khadija **** khuwaylid?
no wonder...
no wonder...
you know what tsar ivan
did to the architect
of the st. basil cathedral,
postnik yakovlev?
he gauged out his eyes,
saying:
you will not see anything more
beautiful in this world...
muhammad?
when it came to khadija **** khuwaylid?
he didn't have the *****,
to do what he would do to his
subsequent victims...
i'm still trying to imagine
khadija **** khuwaylid in a burqa...
or a niqab...
a bit like what ivan IV
did to postnik yakovlev
after the st. basil cathedral
was completed...
who wrote the first verses of
the quran? a woman did...
khadija **** khuwaylid...
and if she lived long enough...
she would have suffered
the same fate of
postnik yakovlev...
surely not blinded,
but coerced into donning
a niqab.