"parthenogenesis" poems

I. The door stands outlined in white: in this dark night, a presence weighs in from the corridor. The fan holds a garbled reflection of stray light on its illusory blade-disk. I'm talking about parthenogenesis. How can renewal be born, when creativity loses her companion, freedom? This monotone life lugs on. II. The tree shrugs the question off by her parting arms half-illumined by the streetlamp. The late bird of five calls flew away to a far-off tree, couldn't be bothered more. I hear a voice soft in the setting chill of the distant autumn: choked eyes beaming in love. I seek palingenesis. Check all emails and ensure zero unread. But answer none, follow up nothing. Umpteenth time through the day. III. Autotomy all over again. Habits die like tails, to be grown all over again. This is an etiological myth. An apocryphal story that renews itself on the palimpsest of life. I must cut my nails. This tea has brewed too dark.

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Feb 22, 2013

Feb 22, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC

prabhu-iyer

Palingenesis

I. The door stands outlined in white: in this dark night, a presence weighs in from the corridor. The fan holds a garbled reflection of stray light on its illusory blade-disk. I'm talking about parthenogenesis. How can renewal be born, when creativity loses her companion, freedom? This monotone life lugs on. II. The tree shrugs the question off by her parting arms half-illumined by the streetlamp. The late bird of five calls flew away to a far-off tree, couldn't be bothered more. I hear a voice soft in the setting chill of the distant autumn: choked eyes beaming in love. I seek palingenesis. Check all emails and ensure zero unread. But answer none, follow up nothing. Umpteenth time through the day. III. Autotomy all over again. Habits die like tails, to be grown all over again. This is an etiological myth. An apocryphal story that renews itself on the palimpsest of life. I must cut my nails. This tea has brewed too dark.

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That ‘merry wanderer of the night’ Goodfellow Robin (our sweet Puck) lends his name to the pin-cushion gall, the wind-brought bedeguar born and bred on rosa arvinsis. A mass of mossy filament sticky-branched it turns to green then pink as autumn falls, wearing winter’s crimson ‘Fore it dons a reddish-brown. Inside ‘til spring this tissued home with food becomes a womb for wasps upon the stem, upon the branch, upon the tree. How beguilingly these wood-land growths are so confined: beneath the gentle rose - sub rosa parthenogenesis divine

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Dec 17, 2016

Dec 17, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC

nigel-morgan

Carol of the Gall

That ‘merry wanderer of the night’ Goodfellow Robin (our sweet Puck) lends his name to the pin-cushion gall, the wind-brought bedeguar born and bred on rosa arvinsis. A mass of mossy filament sticky-branched it turns to green then pink as autumn falls, wearing winter’s crimson ‘Fore it dons a reddish-brown. Inside ‘til spring this tissued home with food becomes a womb for wasps upon the stem, upon the branch, upon the tree. How beguilingly these wood-land growths are so confined: beneath the gentle rose - sub rosa parthenogenesis divine

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I’ll grant you that it would be possible to track the woman Mary, who is mentioned about three times in the bible, and to show that there was no male intervention in her life at all, yet she delivered herself of a healthy baby boy. I don’t say that is impossible. parthenogenesis isn't completely unthinkable, but it does not prove that his paternity is divine, and it wouldn't prove that any of his thereby moral teachings were correct. nor, if I saw him executed one day and walking the streets the next, would that show his father was God, or his mother was a ****** or that his teachings were true. especially considering the commonplace nature of resurrection at the time. after all, Lazarus was raised, never heard a word about it, the daughter of Gyrus was raised, didn't say a thing about what she’d been through, and the gospels tell us that at the time of the crucifixion all the graves in Jerusalem popped open and their occupants wondered around the streets to greet people. so it seems resurrection was something of a banality at the time. clearly not all of those people were divinely conceived. so I’ll give you all the miracles, and you will still be left exactly where you are now, holding an empty sack. C.H.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC

the-word-thief

on jesus

I’ll grant you that it would be possible to track the woman Mary, who is mentioned about three times in the bible, and to show that there was no male intervention in her life at all, yet she delivered herself of a healthy baby boy. I don’t say that is impossible. parthenogenesis isn't completely unthinkable, but it does not prove that his paternity is divine, and it wouldn't prove that any of his thereby moral teachings were correct. nor, if I saw him executed one day and walking the streets the next, would that show his father was God, or his mother was a ****** or that his teachings were true. especially considering the commonplace nature of resurrection at the time. after all, Lazarus was raised, never heard a word about it, the daughter of Gyrus was raised, didn't say a thing about what she’d been through, and the gospels tell us that at the time of the crucifixion all the graves in Jerusalem popped open and their occupants wondered around the streets to greet people. so it seems resurrection was something of a banality at the time. clearly not all of those people were divinely conceived. so I’ll give you all the miracles, and you will still be left exactly where you are now, holding an empty sack. C.H.

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A Father mourns his children's death, Parthenogenesis brought forth their birth, The Father was hence too connected with 'em. A Mother supported the father bring them up, Feeding & nourishing the children from her ***** The Mother was therefore also very connected with 'em. Each day Father Time & Mother Earth cry helplessly, Watching their their children fight amongst themselves fiercely, Humans advanced win the race - killing the trees & the animals - daily.

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Dec 15, 2012

Dec 15, 2012 at 12:21 AM UTC

Atul

I Hear Their Anguished Cries

A Father mourns his children's death, Parthenogenesis brought forth their birth, The Father was hence too connected with 'em. A Mother supported the father bring them up, Feeding & nourishing the children from her ***** The Mother was therefore also very connected with 'em. Each day Father Time & Mother Earth cry helplessly, Watching their their children fight amongst themselves fiercely, Humans advanced win the race - killing the trees & the animals - daily.

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