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Poems & Whiskey · July 9 · 1 hr 28 min

Let Yourself Be Free

Evolution from the Fish This grandson of fishes holds inside him A hundred thousand small black stones. This nephew of snails, six feet long, lies naked on a bed With a smiling woman, his head throws off light Under marble, he is moving toward his own life Like fur, walking. And when the frost comes, he is Fur, mammoth fur, growing longer And silkier, passing the woman's dormitory, Kissing a stomach, leaning against a pillar, he moves toward the animal, the animal with furry head! What a joy to smell the flesh of a new child! Like new grass! And this long man with the student girl, Coffee cups, her pale waist, the spirit moving around them, Moves, dragging a great tail into the darkness. In the dark we blaze up, drawing pictures Of spiny fish, we throw off the white stones! Serpents rise from the ocean floor with spiral motions, A man goes inside a jewel, and sleeps. Do Not hold my hands down! Let me raise them! A fire is passing up through the soles of my feet! — Robert Bly Cynthia's Site, Insta Mentions: Okay Donkey Psaltery & Lyre Good people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness Locally Food Not Bombs, INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's Fund Legacy of War Foundation UNHCR, *I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol). **Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat. ***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Evolution from the Fish


This grandson of fishes holds inside him
A hundred thousand small black stones.
This nephew of snails, six feet long, lies naked on a bed
With a smiling woman, his head throws off light
Under marble, he is moving toward his own life
Like fur, walking. And when the frost comes, he is
Fur, mammoth fur, growing longer
And silkier, passing the woman's dormitory,
Kissing a stomach, leaning against a pillar,
he moves toward the animal, the animal with furry head!

What a joy to smell the flesh of a new child!
Like new grass! And this long man with the student girl,
Coffee cups, her pale waist, the spirit moving around them,
Moves, dragging a great tail into the darkness.
In the dark we blaze up, drawing pictures
Of spiny fish, we throw off the white stones!
Serpents rise from the ocean floor with spiral motions,
A man goes inside a jewel, and sleeps. Do
Not hold my hands down! Let me raise them!
A fire is passing up through the soles of my feet!

— Robert Bly


Cynthia's Site, Insta


Mentions:

Okay Donkey

Psaltery & Lyre


Good people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness Locally


Food Not Bombs,


INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's Fund


Legacy of War Foundation


UNHCR,


*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).

**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.

***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound.


Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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