I'm a dozen years your elder. Woke from a horrible dream and read your note and poem. Waking helped. Maybe Laocoon too, when grappling with Athena's flying serpents, was striving to master empathy's descending ziggurat of impossible demands, having failed when he hurled his spear, caduceus and scepter, into the wooden torso of the Trojan Horse and hearing a nameless (to him and me: only Homer knows) claustrophobic hoplite moan. Or howl like a woman giving birth. My dream? That'll have to wait. Writing helps. Thank you, Peter. Esch word is the overwhelmed, whelping and excessive soul's slimy silver skeleton key into an onyx but utterly agreeable keyhole's ominous silhouette of a miniscule skull and neck.
guys have locker room humor /
women have obstetrician humor.
Yes, they do!
I'm a dozen years your elder. Woke from a horrible dream and read your note and poem. Waking helped. Maybe Laocoon too, when grappling with Athena's flying serpents, was striving to master empathy's descending ziggurat of impossible demands, having failed when he hurled his spear, caduceus and scepter, into the wooden torso of the Trojan Horse and hearing a nameless (to him and me: only Homer knows) claustrophobic hoplite moan. Or howl like a woman giving birth. My dream? That'll have to wait. Writing helps. Thank you, Peter. Esch word is the overwhelmed, whelping and excessive soul's slimy silver skeleton key into an onyx but utterly agreeable keyhole's ominous silhouette of a miniscule skull and neck.
Thanks, KR. It will take me some pleasurable moments to wrap my head around all those wild metaphors.
classical allusions /
on steroids.