goddess poetry & matricide

Kind of old fashioned or used, Robert Graves once thought poetry should refer to a goddess in payment for her service as muse. True authoress, sure, but she sounds like a sellout. I'd side more with Emily Dickenson, who thought it was free (that is, poetry). Poems are about opening orifices, our faces, oroboreas's, (not sure how to spell them, I'll just expel it) putting holes in our head, let some world come in or find us a hole, so with Emily, escape it. The word for this feat's receptivity and that takes place with poetry (or mushrooms, lysurgics, in haled or in tea). Hunters with secret secretions should stay well clear, lest Seductress could smell, or Morgaine La Fey induce amnesia and lead them astray. And that only takes a look or a twinkle in eyes auspiciously cast your way.

It is sometimes important to be able to close your own holes, under cover, so to say (though not digging your grave). Hence the need for practice in altered states of conscious (some say mind but that is a headset) is not to sustain, but to stay ahead of the game, exercise all, not just the brain so if it should happen by, something more pleasing to the eye, you might catch it (I hope not a cold). Old poetry's on about eating and sex, or it's just a matter of consumption, then rest (for the weary or old). It's easy to see most goddess mythology was authored by men. Perhaps it is penance? More like wishful thinking – who wouldn't want an authentic mother – someone to trust in, relieve you or nurture? It may be the stories of gods adolescent, "they could do no wrong, 'twas an accident" were spoken by she, who, as if worshipping them, was just self-defensive as they came from her womb.

Not their fault? Then who took her babies and made them all men, and mistook the lion, a lady, for King? How is it then she lives without a lament, 'neath asphalt, bridges, corn-rows, cement? Maybe Graves was on to something or other, because there's hardly a mention or bother in all myth-time of offing the mother unless Junior's an asshole and she's in his way,

or she is just acting as proxy for dad.
A fascist in any gender or sex
is equal, fraternal, obnoxious, bad,
particularly when it's ordered by Rx.

– see Amber Jacobs, on Why Matricide?
on how boys got wronged psychoanalitic'ly
and girls still drown in The Sea of Anxiety
and mothers are rendered to objects of feed.
 

And we should know better, they've only been hid,
they live in the middle, "you're it", it's been said.
Aristotle excluded you, Apollo denuded you,
and each child proceeds as an orphan or blue.