Prometheus

Ghetto Prometheus1If they only had fire, said Prometheus to himself,
they could at least warm themselves and cook their food; 
and after a while they could learn to make tools and build themselves houses.  
Without fire, they are worse off than the beasts.

Prometheus went boldly to Zeus and begged him to give fire to the people,
so that so they might have a little comfort through the long, dreary months of winter.

“I will not!” said Zeus, “Not one spark will I share with them!  For if men had fire they might become strong and wise like us, and after a while they would drive us out of our kingdom.  Besides, fire is a dangerous tool and they are too poor and ignorant to be trusted with it.  It is better that we on Mount Olympus rule the world without threat so all can be happy.”

Prometheus didn’t answer, but he had set his heart on helping mankind, and he did not give up.  As he was walking by the seashore he found a tall stalk of fennel.  He broke it off and then saw that its hollow center was filled with a dry, soft substance which would burn slowly and stay alight for a long time.  He carried the stalk with him as he began a long journey to the top of Mount Olympus.

“Mankind shall have fire, despite what Zeus has decided,” he said to himself.  And with that thought, he snuck quietly into Zeus’ domain and stole a spark from Zeus’ own lightning bolt.  Prometheus touched the end of the long reed to the spark, and the dry substance within it caught on fire and burned slowly.  Prometheus hurried back to his own land, carrying with him the precious spark hidden in the hollow center of the plant.
When he reached home, he called some of the shivering people from their caves and built a fire for them, and showed them how to warm themselves by it and use it to cook their food.  Men and women gathered round the fire and were warm and happy, and thankful to Prometheus for the wonderful gift which he had brought to them.

One chilly winter evening, Zeus gazed down from Mount Olympus and noticed fires burning cheerfully at the hearths of men and women in every village across the land.
It did not take him long to realize that Prometheus had disobeyed him and given fire to men.

from: How Prometheus Gave Fire to Men at dltk-kids.com

More poetic Prometheus HERE

 

Sale of Two Titties: Harlot’s Redemption

PART I: The Tragic City

She came and played,
then her claim was paid.
Her stacked bars backed stars.
First she came—then cursed she fame.
Her story gains with gory stains:
her wound they came to nurse—
and then her name to curse.

PART II: The Triumphant City

Marriage counts when love the carriage mounts…
(The marriage cart was found at the carriage mart!)
The marriage code has a provision for carriage mode.
(Let Marriage have no care – though the carriage have no mare…)

Defunkt Poetry

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help—for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms . . .

I slept alone for many whole nights / but one more minute / and I will kill you
you look at me as if you had no eyes / but when you touch me / I have no skin

You made love to a photocopy / and left the room / in perfect order
by leaning out of the window / and traveling / by ambulance

strangling me with your love…  (x 4)

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help—for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms
(chokin’ to death)

strangling me with your love
(chokin’ . . .)

strangling me with your love
strangling me with your love

⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ DEFUNKT ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕ ⊕

…and for you funky Germanophiles