[lit-ideas] Re: FAVORITE CHRISTMAS CAROL

"But old Robert Graves would have been happy to have produced such a piece too."

Stan, I don't think so.  That was a gag.  Unless I *really* can't read poetry.  
Or puns.  Maybe you were riding Mike?  (Get it, Riding Mike?)



---- Original Message ----- 
From: Stan Spiegel 
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: 12/19/2005 11:11:43 AM 
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: FAVORITE CHRISTMAS CAROL


Mike, you're welcome. But old Robert Graves would have been happy to have 
produced such a piece too. By the way, who's Laura Riding?

Stan Spiegel
revealing my blissful ignorance in
Portland, ME
----- Original Message ----- 
From: Mike Geary 
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx 
Sent: Sunday, December 18, 2005 11:59 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: FAVORITE CHRISTMAS CAROL


Thank you, Stan, I'm sure Robert Graves is turning over in his grave knowing 
that you thought he might have written that.  But then wouldn't the Majorca of 
his poetry cause everyone hadn't jumped out a window to do so?

Thanks for the compliment though.

Laura Riding
Memphis





----- Original Message ----- 
From: Stan Spiegel 
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx 
Sent: Sunday, December 18, 2005 9:25 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: FAVORITE CHRISTMAS CAROL


Mike -

Is that you or Robert Graves? Whoever it is, it's awfully good. Thank you for 
the poem. 

Stan Spiegel
Portland, ME

----- Original Message ----- 
From: Mike Geary 
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx 
Sent: Sunday, December 18, 2005 7:03 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: FAVORITE CHRISTMAS CAROL


I'm Dreaming Of A White Goddess Christmas


White Raiser, Red Reaper, Dark Winnower of Grain,
Mother of Mountains, Dispenser of Rain,
We offer you the blood of the king
Your seas we seed with his semen still warm,
We eat his flesh still fresh from your arms.

Whether God is other people
Or God is Other, people.
Matters not to the Steeple,
Where only your tithing can lessen God's writhing
on the cross, or so sayeth the Boss.

Saturnalia celebrated the killing of the King,
a sacrifice that caused the return of Spring,
now we celebrate the birth of one who will bring
meaning to our death.
But I'm not holding my breath. 



Robert Graves
from beyond the grave.

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