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| Burst 60 x 50 cm mixed media on canvas board by Karin Goeppert |
THE SPEAKER
OF THE HOUSE….
The Speaker
of the House
knows
whereof he speaks. Trim
the hedges,
says the Speaker, scrub
the floor
boards, shine your shoes. There
is no order
in the heart, says the Speaker.
The pursuit
of happiness is fraught with discontent.
Can’t-get-enough
appetite keeps coming back: says
the Speaker:
Eros or Thanatos? The Speaker
prefers
Eros, yet even the famously amorous French
signify orgasm
as “petite mort,” making
post-coital
melancholy a version of the afterlife.
Ungovernable
tempers are attempting to form
a
government, announces the Speaker. “Order!... I said
Order!”
(the man frequently quotes himself). There
is no order
in the heart, says the Speaker, toking
on a Thai-stick
with one hand, sipping smoky whiskey
from the
Isle of Islay with the other.
The heart
knows no order, says the Speaker
to his jock-strapped
super-stud lover; just make sure
you walk
the dog and feed the cat. Sniff the cork first
then taste
the claret. Take care of little things,
they more
or less take care of you. As it were. So to speak.
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