When folio editions dripped from the first movable types, quasars twitched with pleasaunce! "Please to render unto Spirit what is Spirit's," saith one emerging Hans, einmal...nur einmal. With every intention, of course, of ending thought like a dot, defending Abelard at the Sorbonne, &, among other things, his contributions to free love verse, he’d plied the reins more softly, as it were and stood to suffer real chastisement for time bound views! But how to stop the ungovernable ‘to be’! Ah,one Joe did. Unmoved in reality , he'd given permission to stop any star and take away its salt, one Ratzinger, that is, who's smug about chapel bells and inquests into the matter of bad Jesuit screed. "To be can be construed as an affront, can it not, to Being on High? Sense is the Es-sence as Smell is the Sense of all pollen-bearing Plants, is it not?" the Cardinal sniffed and made the Earth ill. Now Earth did reply, pettishly but the only thing that could be compared to it, for rhetoric & verve were the cosmic sparks of God cracking his knuckles. "To be is to be for me," the Ratz said, and one more quasar limped.
(2013)