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211th Chorus

The wheel of the quivering meat
                       conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the
                       jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills—
All the endless conception of living
                        beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind—
  Poor! I wish I was free
   Of the slaving meat wheel
   and safe in heaven dead

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  • August 16
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    Not sure

    From guest Brittany D (contact)
    I'm not sure I understand this one, other than maybe he hates being part of the normal life cycle... He wants to die. I rather like all those animals, and I appreciate life. I'm not sure I comprehend his meanings.


  • October 30, 2007
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    From guest Volkan GÜLÜM (contact)
    Does the poet praises a universal being or a universal culture or what can be said humanity? I feel I can not touch the slightest meaning in this great poem. "From supermicroscopic no-bug To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell Illuminating the sky of one Mind"

  • OpheliaSmile
    July 7, 2007
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    This is one of my favorites. I kind of understand how he feels.

  • Brookie10114
    October 2, 2006
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    i dont know