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[Glenn Scheper]

>Am I the only male on this list to whom the Supreme did not make such
an
>option available? I mean, its not like he played a cruel joke on me or
>anything......but I can only get "eye to eye" if someone donates a
couple
>of extra cervical verterbrae......

It is the unexpected boon of neck flexibility that almost warrants
the lone mage will discover this in an inverted position, as Atlas.
Therefore the patriarchy resists equality, simply because men have
a six inch head start to the table of the soul. As Dickinson says:

http://www.inform.umd.edu/EdRes/Topic/WomensStudies/ReadingRoom/Poetry/D
ickinson/heaven-is-what
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
   The apple on the tree,
...

http://www.inform.umd.edu/EdRes/Topic/WomensStudies/ReadingRoom/Poetry/D
ickinson/i-measure-every-grief
I measure every grief I meet
    With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
    Or has an easier size.
...

http://www.inform.umd.edu/EdRes/Topic/WomensStudies/ReadingRoom/Poetry/D
ickinson/god-gave-a-loaf
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
...

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I got so I could take his name --
Without -- Tremendous gain --
That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul --
And Thunder -- in the Room --
I got so I could walk across
That Angle in the floor,
Where he turned so, and I turned -- how --
And all our Sinew tore --
...

In this poem I see Aphra Behn's contrast of the unprivileged
divine act of autocunnilingus versus patricentric religiously
recognized and privileged autofellatio, both of which Arm the
Deity, but variously. Here, LOVE replaces LORD on the throne.

http://www.geocities.com/~spanoudi/poems/behn01.html
LOVE in Fantastique Triumph satt,
Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,
For whom Fresh pains he did create,
And strange Tryanic power he show'd;
>From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurl'd;
But 'twas from mine he took desire,
Enough to undo the Amorous World.
>From me he took his sighs and tears,
>From thee his Pride and Crueltie;
>From me his Languishments and Feares,
And every Killing Dart from thee;
Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd,
And sett him up a Deity;
But my poor Heart alone is harm'd,
Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.

But in having solved so much onto concrete referents,
there is little of transcendental promises remaining,
and one readily lapses into nihilism, save that I hope
consciousness (or Self) may exist beyond mortal life.

Hence my interest is in causing an acquaintance, not
necessarily a visceral knowledge, of this art domain.
 
Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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