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Sunday 22 May 2011

MY MAIDEN WHOREMISTRESS or A WRY SELF-CARICATURE


Good morning, have you used Pears’ soap? 1
No, she doesn’t tell me something like that.
She gives me her because, yes, bottom,
Not her woman.
The harlot’s cry from street to street
Shall weave old England’s winding sheet. 2
No, not England’s.
Here it must be Kolkata’s.

              And now I just take a very brief break and go to the kitchen to light a smoke from the gas-oven as I’m run out of match-sticks. I lose my way, all suddenly! I can’t find the door of my room! I feel myself inside a titanic hall; and in front of me, a colourful octopus --- more titanic than the hall itself. And of course, I feel, it is a feminine. She is smiling. She is approaching closer . . . to suck me up . . . bloodless . . . semenless . . . to devour me up. Now I feel, I’m all aroused! Yes . . . I’ve just died.

author and nilotpal
nithor and aulotpal
the brain the mind
the virgin the whore
the redeemer the sinner
the victor the vanquished

Which is the worst?
Sanctimoniousness or Adultery!
What hospitality she treats me with!
Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die. 3
I’m horn-mad.
She has made my micky stand for her . . .

ummmnn youre sooo big
A  CUCKOLD
ohh gawd sooo tight
YES  A  CUCKOLD
cummon harder yea harder
IM  THE  CUCKOLD
oo yeahh just like that
YES  YES  IM  THE  FUCKING  CUCKOLD
oo yeahh yeahh yeahh yeahh

And the rest is NOT silence. 4
To live life is not as simple as to cross a field. 5
HURRY  UP  PLEASE  ITS  TIME
HURRY  UP  PLEASE  ITS  TIME
HURRY  UP  PLEASE  ITS  TIME
HURRY  UP  PLEASE  ITS  TIME 6
To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! 7
Yes . . . I’m just born.

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COUNTERNOTES :-
1 : cf. James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’ ( Lotus-Eaters )

2 : cf. ibid ( Nestor )

3 : cf. ibid ( Nausicaa )

4 : cf. William Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’ ( V, ii, 350 )

5 : cf. Boris Pasternak’s ‘Hamlet’ ( line 16 )

6 : cf. T. S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land’ ( line 141 )

7 : cf. James Joyce’s ‘A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man’