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Dead Crush

"Dead Crush" Oh uplift me woman if we were to have a conversation would bees fly out of your mouth or just mewling, simpering watered-down honey not so pristine, just soft and somewhat ingratiatingly tainted you ply uplifting romantic notions like an air raid shelter bombing a numb audience like rubbing an alligator’s stomach What life have you lived, outside of de rigueur, it’s always neatly made your bed, spotless perfectly clean not a wrinkle seen nurses' corners sharply read by others less green, ghosts you never will know with your cupid’s arrow and bow slung over your shoulder while you paint your toenails the palest shade of pleasantly parochial “Untouched Nude” sipping holy water oh, you're blessed adding your Temperance Leaguer's spritz of soda Nan lost her head to romance with a gross narcissistic Red Rosed Tudor, all for a son not for a daughter Plath did the Hughes grave dance wrote a confessional poem about being a revolutionary sucking on gas in the end she’d burn the philanderer's *** for a requiem mass Miller shot soldiers in the midst of death with a ballsy Man Ray frame, like a pearl necklace she wore it around her neck she was a flashlight amongst it all an equal uniform in pants Women and their never to be forgotten pasts Uplifted in the middle room somewhere the three in conversation about poets Queens of Kings philosophers, alchemy and women in their graves The Mother The Daughter The holy ghost reading vacuous soft romancers in another world who with pliant mouths full of candy hearts in the soggy go-between are softly uplifted by Mills and Boons plots 6ft deep timidly walking through treacly sweet moist soil sinking like chocolate cake at a book club afternoon tea sacrosanct and clean waiting to be saved Sucking soup through sterile straws Life crushing the light of it meets the dark of it in the soggy in-between (LadyLabyrinth /2020) gvlm ljb, llb, klb, mlb ak, io, to 1. Ann Boleyn 2. Lee Miller 3. Sylvia Plath "Dead Crush"/ alt-J, Lyrics: https://genius.com/Alt-j-deadcrush-lyrics Boleyn: 1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Boleyn 2. http://beingbess.blogspot.com/2012/08/death-could-not-separate-them-how.html Miller: 1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Miller 2. https://www.theartstory.org/artist/miller-lee/ Plath: 1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath 2. https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2013/02/there-are-almost-no-obituaries-for-sylvia-plath/273032/ 3. Plath on Plath https://youtu.be/g2lMsVpRh5c 4. Plath/Hughes, conversation https://youtu.be/Vqhsnk6vY8E 5. Plath reads/Lady Lazarus https://youtu.be/Uq2LOhaf97o

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Rob Levasseur

Date: 12/29/2020 1:46:00 PM

Gorgeous and sexy. When I read something like this from you, I do realize that my poetry is limited in its scope compared to the epic poems you craft with such artful skill. You make me want to become a better writer. But I am so tired in my poetry of late.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 2/28/2020 4:43:00 AM

"Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/28/2020 4:44:00 AM

For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime;

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/28/2020 4:44:00 AM

So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time. But if thou live, remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee." Sonnet III

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 2/27/2020 4:07:00 PM

Dead Crush/ Anne Sexton, The Double Image

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/28/2020 4:40:00 AM

"I remember we named you Joyce so we could call you Joy. You came like an awkward guest that first time, all wrapped and moist and strange at my heavy breast. I needed you. I didn’t want a boy, only a girl, a small milky mouse of a girl, already loved, already loud in the house of herself. We named you Joy. I, who was never quite sure about being a girl, needed another life, another image to remind me. And this was my worst guilt; you could not cure nor soothe it. I made you to find me." gvlm/llb x

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/28/2020 4:40:00 AM

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53110/the-double-image

Ts Poetry
Date: 2/27/2020 6:23:00 PM

"Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks. Let us consider the view: a house where white clouds decorate the muddy halls. Oh, put away your good words and your bad words. Spit out your words like stones! Come here! Come here! Come eat my pleasant fruits"

Ts Poetry

Date: 2/26/2020 9:09:00 AM

I love it...the tribute to the most unique and powerful women, these Queens of Kings...I have read over a few times taking in more and more...your depths astound Modesty

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/26/2020 11:34:00 PM

All three women remarkable, trailblazers, extremely courageous in their own ways through the trials and tribulations they experienced in their lives. I was reading today, how Lee Miller was raped at 7 years of age. Despite that, she managed to survive and evolve into an adult who lead an extraordinary life and was present at places in the history of our world, where she experienced first hand, photographing, filming and recording some of the most significant events of WWII, which included the Blitz, the Battle of Alsace, the Liberation of Paris and the horrors of the Holocaust, Buchenwald and Dachau, to name a few. She was in the field with regular soldiers. Her friends/peers and allies, included some of the world's greatest artists, writers, poets, thinkers/philosophers of her era;

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/26/2020 11:06:00 PM

Nan Boleyn (Ann) was unjustly tried, demoralized, separated from her infant daughter and beheaded by a narcissistic psychopath, her crime being she failed to produce a male heir to the psychopath - yet this woman, produced the greatest ruler of Great Britain, another strongly opinionated and free thinking woman, Queen Elizabeth I; Sylvia Plath, a brilliant writer who exceeded the writing talents of her husband, and fought a constant battle with depression. All three women were mothers. While absent in their children's lives, produced remarkable legacies. They are revered by many women as strong, opinionated women, who inspired and lead the way for others.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/26/2020 11:03:00 PM

They were not quiet, nor afraid to voice their concerns, opinions, and were not afraid to be 'different' or unpopular. They were uniquely independent and very strong original individuals shaped by the years they lived. They were epic. They remained true to their beliefs and to themselves. One must hope women and daughters would hold them in high respect.

Ts Poetry
Date: 2/26/2020 9:46:00 PM

Inspiring I hope to more than just me but to our daughters and all women.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/26/2020 4:23:00 PM

If you want uplifting and safe, stick with attending vespers every night, praying to write what is generic and ordinarily expected. The poets, the writers, the women that interest me, that make me alert to the fact that there is more to “IT” than just vacuous moonbeams and miraculous waters of ambrosia swimming with castrated unicorns, are the ones that inspire me by their strength, courage and raw honesty and they are the ones who usually arrive to light through tumultuous dark days and haggard life experience - not by sitting in a green field threading daisy chains singing, "he loves me, he loves me not" - they are the ones that always win with me. Yeah, I adore epic. xx