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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Bells & Sex Have To Do With Each Other, A Mythic Rendering From Ancient Texts & Dreams, circa 1981</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'The bells, I say, the bells outbreak their towers...<br>- Hart Crane, from 'The Broken Tower'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>For Marianne Annur</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>...I will tell you of Fatima.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She is the bell, <br>The tintinabulum, <br>The veil and the will.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then take me to her.<br>You can have the tapestry of streets, <br>The bowls of tint.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Shade the surface black<br>And she will emerge<br>The river, <br>The bead upon the throat, <br>The bread swelling, <br>Lifting up, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Fertile Crescent...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">1</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Between the breasts and<br>Most of the moving parts<br>While she crossed the threshold<br>She was quite badly torn</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatima had clusters<br>Mounted solidly of bronze</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She said it hurt terribly</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">2</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatima opened her dark eyes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">...If they were with the tide<br>From top to lip...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She escorted me to an inner room<br>Where was an intricate carillon music<br>It is the inevitable accompaniment<br>She said pointing below<br>Come in here, my little eye<br>I did where she remembered, ululating<br>With plump cushions where it rotates<br>Of the tintinabulum<br>A change of waist<br>Iron or steel bars<br>To the edge of the lip</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At the advent<br>I nibbled salted melon seeds<br>For this is the Lailet el Henna</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">3</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the towers are the reproducers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Within the clean bronze<br>Their walls were stood<br>Ready to receive her<br>And later became all<br>Of the intricate trills</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She pushed her way through<br>The pivot points<br>A deep lactation<br>In the most ravishing shades</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Simulate the Pleiades<br>The rich magenta</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Running water is much the best<br>Whether she wept as she then drew out<br>Watering the date gardens</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She stepped over warm spurting blood</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You should have heard her cry<br>'Ya Ali' and her loud hell-hella</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">4</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A sheep was slaughtered</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The physical vibrating movements<br>For anything tinkling<br>On the palms and the fingernails<br>At the point of clapper impact</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And on the pillow<br>She drew out<br>For the rhythmic accompaniment<br>And then put it while it was hot<br>Up inside</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A folded piece of bread</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">5</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What did she vow at the Saint's tomb? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">6</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Henna Night was celebrated</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Metal was added to the lip<br>Placenta and puella runs<br>And full harmony that are familiar to lovers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Before Fatima's face<br>A knife had been placed<br>Between the upper and<br>Lower big sprigs of myrtle</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The waist almost became<br>Through the flattening of the crown<br>Similarly beautiful<br>And took out of the outside skin<br>Alone in thousands of towers<br>Between legs<br>A tiny triangle where several seams met<br>Variations in the walls thickness<br>When the bride's hands were hennaed<br>Had very slow pains<br>Prayers were said while the metal was<br>Poured into the molds<br>An opaque black veil over<br>The bells of Nimrud</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This thickening of the lip<br>Straight and pot like<br>To the chanting<br>Gave it rhythm and balance</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">7</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatima was propped up on pillows<br>On her big bed<br>She had a large round silver box<br>Heavily embossed<br>The shape of the bell<br>The same thickness<br>A push button that rings arpeggios</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Carelessly she pulled out<br>Before I went into<br>...Joining in refrains...<br>Into the modern bell<br>Recast it for tuning again<br>Thick and ornamented with gold<br>Paint and Flowers<br>As it unfolded her pains<br>Hell-hella<br>Delicately through the dark and silent<br>Just as the rope that swings<br>Scarely noticed</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">8</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Did you have a hard time of it, Fatima? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">9</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The large brass bedstead</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lighted candles</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Their walls were<br>All primitive forms<br>Although she put on the veil<br>A delight to the senses</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">10</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mohammad came<br>As fast as the<br>Vibrating bars that<br>Generate blows<br>I kept on my ornaments<br>I rubbed her abdomen with a knife<br>Tore in two a flap of bread<br>Pink gauze curtains</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wheat and salt were scattered<br>None has been found<br>Fatima had donned the veil</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Iron, steel, gold<br>Silver, zinc and lead<br>Which is formed by the squaring<br>Of the shoulders</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Small bells began<br>Were shortened<br>Reduced the muscular effort<br>Needed to swing...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">11</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then went in to his bride<br>With mounds of henna paste<br>All from silver containers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Plus hundreds of single bells and peals<br>A time indicator<br>Anything set with precious stones<br>I put this on his navel<br>All with small finger loops on top</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The idea of the clapper<br>To fall back into position<br>To crack<br>The thickness of the lip</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">12</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A call to worship was lost<br>When rings were cast around<br>The hinges and locks<br>The soles of her feet<br>A beehive in shape<br>Close to the vibrating<br>Enveloped in a black coat</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And my dear whispered<br>It must be completely consumed<br>Must be in the open<br>From the top</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There bury it face up<br>With votive rags<br>Of the Tigris and Euphrates<br>The opal and the navel</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Watched with deep<br>Or Henna Night</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">13</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The only remedy is to melt it down</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatima to me as she lifted the heavy lid</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A naked sword was laid<br>Evolved<br>Came into being</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As a warning signal<br>There would be a loud burst of<br>The piercing, high pitched<br>Trilling ululation<br>Into tiny handle-less cups</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A deep lactation<br>Fatima's milk</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The gradually inward sloping sides</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatima to me as she lifted the heavy box</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Drink</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is the Henna Night</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Drink</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is the parting of veils</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She pointed downward, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Disrobing in the darkness, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The lantern light of the street</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rubbing against her</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Fatima to me as she lifted the heavy box</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">...To dip your fingers in seven colors...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatima opened her dark eyes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fatima to me</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She lifted it up</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The heavy hennaed night ringing</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hell-hella</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">**************** ********************************************</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Sympathizing with an experiment, we yet need not venerate the result.'<br>- Marianne Moore, The Complete Prose of Marianne Moore (Penguin,1987) , p.586</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[This poem arrived literally out of a shoe box. Experimenting with cut-up poetic technique as propounded by William Burroughs, in the mid-1970's in my little cabin on Huckleberry Mountain in the North Carolina mountains I cut up phrases from several dreams I'd had along with xeroxed (photo copied) essays from an encyclopedia on the history of bells and bell making, and one on the rituals and traditions of Henna night in Islamic countries. My choices of essays were random. I just opened the encyclopedia and these were the essays I opened to. I cut up phrases from each, added them to the shoe box along with my dream fragments, and thoroughly shaken (not stirred) pulled out phrase by phrase what became this poem. This was my most successful attempt of many with this technique. What I found was that, especially when seized up in writer's block, the 'accidental' or chance juxtaposition of images, phrases, caesuras in content, contexts and voicings along with disparity of logical connection between topics (bells, metalurgy, Henna rituals for women, wedding nights, sexual attraction and consumation) sometimes created not only astonishing images and poetry but re-tuned my own consciousness to function in this non-linear associative way as a poet and now, importantly, in my creative work as a psychotherapeutic counselor with others. I recommend this technique for all poets or aspiring poets for much is to be learned with perhaps the greatest discovery being that there is another Mind/Hand/Source involved in the craft of poetry, of all writing, guiding the quotidian course of our lives, paying attention first and foremost with a willingness to leave known territory while not devaluing that territory at all. Immediate and tangible foundations are supported by unseen and assumed greater, deeper, older and stronger ones. From this rich arche-techtonic structure, hold and mold our lives and our creativity rise.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a></strong></div>

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