Crown blasphemy prosecution

carey carey@tstonramp.com
Wed, 6 Mar 2002 09:38:53 -0800


Perhaps the funniest thing, is that the poem isn't even that great.  I went
hunting for it, just to find out what the Brits were all bitchy over, and
after reading, I'm unimpressed.  I would have thought that if you're going
to yank a blasphemy law out of the ground (after using it only
intermittently throughout the century) you should at least pursue something
really worth it.  In my duty to diminish the stupidity of silly laws as
these, I now post this on fork, so that everyone can laugh years from now.

-BB  (As if G-D needs a law like this to defend itself?)


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The Love That Dares To Speak Its Name
James Kirkup

As they took him from the cross
I, the centurion, took him in my arms-
the tough lean body
of a man no longer young,
beardless, breathless,
but well hung.

He was still warm.
While they prepared the tomb
I kept guard over him.
His mother and the Magdalen
had gone to fetch clean linen
to shroud his nakedness.

I was alone with him.
For the last time
I kissed his mouth. My tongue
found his, bitter with death.
I licked his wound-
the blood was harsh

For the last time
I laid my lips around the tip
of that great cock, the instrument
of our salvation, our eternal joy.
The shaft, still throbbed, anointed
with death's final ejaculation.

I knew he'd had it off with other men-
with Herod's guards, with Pontius Pilate,
With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus
with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with
the rest of the Twelve, together and apart.
He loved all men, body, soul and spirit. - even me.

So now I took off my uniform, and, naked,
lay together with him in his desolation,
caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh,
hugging him and trying to warm him back to life.
Slowly the fire in his thighs went out,
while I grew hotter with unearthly love.

It was the only way I knew to speak our love's proud name,
to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread-
something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood,
his dear, broken body all open wounds,
and in each wound his side, his back,
his mouth - I came and came and came

as if each coming was my last.
And then the miracle possessed us.
I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend
his spirit's final seed within my hole, my soul,
pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth-
he crucified me with him into kingdom come.

-This is the passionate and blissful crucifixion
same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly.
They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace
one upon the other, till they die of lust and pain
within the horny paradise of one another's limbs,
with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release.

Then lie long together, peacefully entwined, with hope
of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away.
But before we rose again, they came and took him from me.
They knew not what we had done, but felt
no shame or anger. Rather they were glad for us,
and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men.

And after three long, lonely days, like years,
in which I roamed the gardens of my grief
seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me,
he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before
all others. And took me to him with

the love that now forever dares to speak its name.


----- Original Message -----
From: "Bill Humphries" <bill@whump.com>
To: <fork@xent.com>
Sent: Wednesday, March 06, 2002 9:17 AM
Subject: Crown blasphemy prosecution


> > But then, the Crown's prosecuting a woman who read a poem about Gay love
> > under the blasphemy laws... while our Constitution prevents such a
> > construction.
>
> Paul Prescod asked for the bits for this one:
>
> http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,6109,661577,00.html
>
> Of course if they tried to go for J. K. Rowling, they be tarred and
> feathered.
>
> -- whump
>
>
>
> http://xent.com/mailman/listinfo/fork
>