Ur-Love
The one bit of religion I learned
From my elitist liberal arts education
Was a bit from Peter, or was it Paul,
That one really ought to be celibate,
But failing that, they groaned,
Marry if you must.
A little bit of a win for the primitive ur-love of prehistory, perhaps,
A Luddism against the technologies of God and Buddha
And their ambition to redirect sexual energy towards omnibenevolence.
[Insert deity of your choice] knows I have a piecemeal-at-best theory about all this.
I can understand why Peter and Paul are a bit sore
When we thumb our noses at them and put little rubber balloons on the ends of our cocks.
“Look, we’ve put quite a lot of thought into this, must you?” >:(
I recently stumbled upon a book of Indian erotic poetry
(There is no cheaper spirituality than claiming divine ordination of coincidences, harrumph!).
It was smashing stuff! These poets never separated the erotic and the spiritual in the first place.
Now I can rationalize anything I want!
But ur-love predates all narratives, no, seriously, I’m being serious, stop!
And if we didn’t have words and gods obscuring and clarifying things,
And if me and my ex-girlfriend cried and fucked all day because we didn’t believe our superegos,
And if my 2 year old niece (result of an IUD failure, a coincidence) gave me llama stickers that I put on my phone case,
Then something in our dumb animal brains was indeed worth the respect
Of a bunch of old goat-fuckers in the desert writing scriptures.
From my elitist liberal arts education
Was a bit from Peter, or was it Paul,
That one really ought to be celibate,
But failing that, they groaned,
Marry if you must.
A little bit of a win for the primitive ur-love of prehistory, perhaps,
A Luddism against the technologies of God and Buddha
And their ambition to redirect sexual energy towards omnibenevolence.
[Insert deity of your choice] knows I have a piecemeal-at-best theory about all this.
I can understand why Peter and Paul are a bit sore
When we thumb our noses at them and put little rubber balloons on the ends of our cocks.
“Look, we’ve put quite a lot of thought into this, must you?” >:(
I recently stumbled upon a book of Indian erotic poetry
(There is no cheaper spirituality than claiming divine ordination of coincidences, harrumph!).
It was smashing stuff! These poets never separated the erotic and the spiritual in the first place.
Now I can rationalize anything I want!
But ur-love predates all narratives, no, seriously, I’m being serious, stop!
And if we didn’t have words and gods obscuring and clarifying things,
And if me and my ex-girlfriend cried and fucked all day because we didn’t believe our superegos,
And if my 2 year old niece (result of an IUD failure, a coincidence) gave me llama stickers that I put on my phone case,
Then something in our dumb animal brains was indeed worth the respect
Of a bunch of old goat-fuckers in the desert writing scriptures.