THE LYRICAL ORGASM
sex and writing and roland barthes
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THE LYRICAL ORGASM
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Ejaculatory spasms
of uncontrollable joy
are shuddering through me
in rhythms and tremors
evoking, enacting
the word curve and gesture
of our delirium
my upheaval
our play
juddered out by
arced out by
fanned out by
my loving tongue
my blurting mouth
my whiplash neck
my spurting heart
my thrownabout
throwaway mind
my body convulsed
from tip to core
from furthermost extremity
to innermost heart
by adrenalin rush
by snatches of word
by shards of thought
by faint fleeting or flooding
pleasure flow
by idea mix
by sensual glow
by my peace-meal past
by an everything-at-once
throbbing through me
reaching surging
welling through me
the body breathering
briefly freewheeling
the mind accelerating
hyperventilating
charging searching
jerking urging
with insatiable desire
lust thirst and thrust
for more and more
for wider larger
subtler sharper
wittier defter
fuller faster
for all and all
on and on
more and more
my catharsis shredded
tinsel shining briefly
in the falling of time
in the light of my mind
the switchbacked rodeo rider
too jampacked in too short a time
holding on
for grim life
for dear life
for all and any life
to skin
to silk
to cream
to cloud
to the motoring discharge
of scraps strands and strains
of word image and sensation
throwing thrilling and shimmying
the merged pleasures
of mind and body
this way and that
that way and this
as the unleashed torrents
of chunks flails and sprays
of jissom and jouissance
gush flooding out
into the world
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poem written in the late Eighties
well before i became a performance poet
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about sex and writing
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originally called ADRENALINE MUSE
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influenced by Roland Barthes more than anyone else
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very few people have ever seen this
unfortunate ex-girlfriends mainly
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i did ultimately learn the piece
i was definitely doing it when i lived in Edinburgh in 2002
where it was the piece i’d do at the then new burlesque night, Club Noir
which went on to become quite a thing
though quite what me and my poem were doing at Club Noir is a bit of a mystery to me now
and probably to Tina and Ian who ran it
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it was also in my first Canadian touring show
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in other news
i’m still above Sedi
next Pokhara
dodging deluges
ambling the very green greenery
and hardening my leg muscles on the slopes
up to some chai-shops with gorgeous vistas
of the lake, the valleys, the hillsides
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and i’ve no need or cause to go
anywhere...