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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required in my reading of the moment i have learned the figure next to christ in da vinci’s last supper (a painting i have actually seen in a milan church fragilely restored) is a woman – an honour earned by mary magdalene who (according to research) turns out to be christ’s wife – hang on what a whopper cry those who can’t contemplate centuries of teaching down the drain – who suck up to the precious thought of divine purity (eternity’s abstention from all the dirty business of the body) pasteurising preaching let christ stay a product of the time before the fall (da vinci had a darkness different from what’s taught) mona lisa (amon-isis) – enigmatic smile and code for male and female balance – offensive to the powers that ran the bible their way (hoodwinked future ages) turned the bright sun black to mask the path they strode wrapped their ascetic bloodstreams in the holy pages before which (even today) the congregation cowers da vinci was an artist scientist (probably a necromancer) had his own black sun – dabbled in the anti-matter that official truth hates (creates) – that nurtures riddles through passageways that breed the ill-reputed answer (soiled honour’s defence against sly caesar’s fiddles) hissing its way lightwards through conspiracy chatter christ had a woman at his right hand – locked together (so da vinci had the painting say) like the letter m the rumoured whore redeemed – the partner siamesed into the one flesh – sharing the equal tragic tether the whole edifice of the holy roman church teased into collapse – virginal rose snapped at the stem not that it seemed to make a difference – the vatican still had its glory years ahead (its gory inquisitions) da vinci stayed honoured in the breeches the word advanced though its priests wore skirts – the brutality of man multiplied its converts (scientifically enhanced) not one power in the world changed its dirty dispositions yesterday was aeons ago – tomorrow’s loath to come no one really cares if magdalene was wife or whore da vinci is someone to gawp at – all’s mutable (unreal) what’s truth - we still know bugger-all (live by rule of thumb) so educatedly dumb can’t trust what we think know feel a thriller brought this on – half opened a not-there door
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