{"id":2113,"date":"2011-09-14T23:08:06","date_gmt":"2011-09-14T23:08:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gregglory.com\/wordpress\/?p=2113"},"modified":"2023-07-08T10:21:18","modified_gmt":"2023-07-08T10:21:18","slug":"clytemnestras-ghost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/clytemnestras-ghost\/","title":{"rendered":"Clytemnestra’s Ghost"},"content":{"rendered":"
\r\n\"The rat I wrangled from my womb has wronged me!\r\nBit me! Bled me!  Hear a mother's cry to kill her kid!\r\nChoke the sopping monster who goes glued to Fate\r\nBy my very blood!  Sucked from my very teat,\r\n\tmilk and blood both-- bitter, bitter!\r\nO Aegiesthus' ghost-- where are you? \r\n\tHold my breasts and fuck me!\r\nThese same breasts that came with my pubescent blood,\r\nOresetes nuzzled-- his skull-top as soft as his pea of a nose.\r\nUnfinished he flooded into a turgid world,\r\nTorn by troubling dreams;  I built him from boy to man, I\r\nAnd I alone touched him wonderingly, wantingly:\r\nThat this star should fall from my fuckhole\u00d6.\r\nDamn him!  Damn him!  What is it to be a mom\r\nIf men may treat their mothers thus?  Curse him!\r\nMy identity's stripped to ifs without him;  without him\r\nNumbered and known as my son, my son.\r\nHard the travail, hard the happiness, and now\r\n\thard the death-time\r\nOf mothers and their motherhood.\r\nSleepless across the groined earth I groan,\r\nLoneliness airless and endless.  Not mother, but murderer\r\nMy son--that damned man--proclaims me to finally be.\r\nHis insistence on Justice is a sinkhole of sorrows\r\nBurying his Mommy for God.  Ah, God--\r\nNo;  no refuge there;  no clouds, no angels, no respite\r\nFor a woman torn and scorned.  I'm jammed into my gender:\r\nFirst, pollution of the menstrual punch, then sex\r\nWished-for in waiting, not sought in warm arousal\r\nBut closeted and kept close, moldy with hoping--\r\nThin mystery of the singing clit mixed with sorrow-oh!\r\nKnown then as Agamemnon's woman, addendum to majesty,\r\nThat which cleaves and is cloven--flickeringly split in loving--\r\nHis arms the margins of my seacoast--no more, no less.\r\nAnd no woman knows another; slakers and takers of the defining phallus--\r\nCompetitive finessers of the clamping circumstance.\r\nCame Helen, and away went our hairy thousands,\r\nAll the wood echoing like a troubled drum.\r\nMen marching into the sea!  Seaborne, sea-torn,\r\nSo many with no fluff on their chins, little wrigglers.\r\nWar-widow I was then, alone as a lion,\r\nStalking the beaches at dawn, clubbed and stunned\r\nBy the night menaces;  the sins of the dreamless hours,\r\nMy mind a shifty shuttle on no holy loom.\r\nWhat was I in this absence of passions?  Unkicked, unlicked.\r\nNo nobility rolled, lucid and lovely, from my hurt hollows.\r\nI was uncoiled and void;  knowingless, dirty, and numb.\"\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“The rat I wrangled from my womb has wronged me! Bit me! Bled me! Hear a mother’s cry to kill her kid! Choke the sopping monster who goes glued to Fate By my very blood! Sucked from my very teat, milk and blood both– bitter, bitter! O Aegiesthus’ ghost– where are you? Hold my breasts […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001002,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1495,265],"tags":[1552,1551,1550],"class_list":["post-2113","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-black-champagne","category-character-poems","tag-death-time","tag-drum-men","tag-war-widow","category-1495-id","category-265-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2113","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001002"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2113"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2113\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7940,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2113\/revisions\/7940"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2113"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2113"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2113"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}