On The Firebird

Because the intelligence needed an image to take hold of

Calligraphy arose

The mind animates the language

The eye balls need the calligraphy

Without which the intelligence would become separate from words

The mind needs the words

It needs to see the words to remind itself

They are its nutriment

The eye ball sees the shape of the words

The aesthetic congruity of the proper spelling

Tits! Aesthetic congruity

You know what I'm talking about

Like when God saw that his creation was good.

The Firebird relishes words

Like a human female hawking over a bowl of cherry tomatoes

She can't get her mind off them

She smushes them against the roof of her mouth

She can't believe how bright their flavor is

And that's why I wanted to talk about the firebird

And her historical presence

Her influence throughout history and before

Recall the scene in Michener's “The Source”

In which, as an extension of her gathering behavior

The firebird begins agriculture

She makes the grain come to her

And if the History channel version is correct

The necessity of storing grain led to the invention of beer

Around which society formed

And you can understand why it would too

If you've seen a man pay $10 for a pint of Old Style at Wrigley Field

Or been that man

And then Ralph Waldo Emerson said “Society everywhere

Is a conspiracy against the manhood

Of every one of its members”

(Is the queen not also a chessman?)

While her appetite is voracious and eclectic

Her selective capacity allows her to shape mankind

Her dominance of the marketplace

Allows her to reward her favorite traits

By this method over the generations

The man she wished for will appear.

But the man she wished for is herself

Like Narcissus staring into his reflection

(Or as Milton has it, Eve.)

She adds masculine characteristics to her own personality

And body

And because she rewards the characteristics in the male

Which are most like herself

She is selecting toward androgyny

And I postulate some weird future for humanity

When the female will dominates

Chemical signals dictate the voice of the sisterhood

Compelling all people to comply

Hang me for ripping off John Boreman

There are no more men or women only workers

Though the divisions of labor include a breeding class

In which through rigorous physical competition

Elite young males are selected for quadriplegic amputation

And they are kept in laboratory hospitals

Stupefied with drugs on their cots

And every few days a nurse comes around

Milking them manually for sperm