Canto I continues unabated

More from Canto I of Dante's Inferno


It was the first full hour of morning / the one when I don’t
want consciousness or green tea, rising bad as cream curdling
was the sun, hugging and kissing / grotesquely fondling the
lipid stars that filthily rose with him in ecstasy,
with the first shift and shake of heavenly hips: full of the hope of-
what filled me / queer yet beautiful skin
Of my prismic shifiting Panther, the dawn ripples the scavenger
and the season of the bitch. My joy was lost in view of fine, curling
locks, when the little lion man, big-hearted bastard, walked into my
flickering 8mm frame.

He was, like, ravenous & kept his head high,
even tho’ he licks the lichen from Formica streets.
A lupine lady, franc – o – phone / oh frank/ o’ hara and all frank spencer/
There was a want in her frame, disconsolate had she made many a barren, treeless hologram graphic. Small / formidable/ I was shitting myself eagerly in spite of her size.
I had, then lost, then wept and the floor was florid with my tears:
Sprinkling with sodium down a guttural utterance drain;
I was driven into night-time and made to wait there.

Somewhere / in a kind of hollow / a remorseless pit
I dropped and my head / sizeable but muddled /
caught, y’know, a shadow, with a crackling shellac’d voice, made
/ scratch/ from over-song and warping in the heat.
In the vastness I caught strains of his ballad
-Spirit or Living, whatever you be – I howled
– Take mercy on me –

Riposte: "Not now a man, man once I was,
And born of Lombard parents, Mantuana both
By country, when the power of Julius yet
Was scarcely firm. At Rome my life was past
Beneath the mild Augustus, in the time
Of fabled / false/ deities A bard
Was I, and made Anchises' upright son
The subject of my song, who came from Troy,
When the flames prey'd on Ilium's haughty towers.
But thou, say wherefore to such perils past
Return'st thou? wherefore not this pleasant mount
Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?"

"So are you that Blondell / minstrel man /
Flooding the static ether with your songs?"
Bashful and ranting, I spoke on –
"I always search out your records and my train has finally slept
and I can comb over you track for track - Legba and my Light!
I use your melodies and your chords / at court/ with fame and dexterity;
Look past my shoulder slung with song and see the Aquitaine who chases me
Sing a song / to revert other, I guess, siren-like and steam her howling away!

Everything that beets / beeps/ and flickers in my frame is rattled –
Soft salts began to liquid and drip my eyes, he answer'd, "Go another way
, if you want to be away from the trees/ the wild barren plains of my song /
Scream and this woman but you want pass the test / acid test/
To pass, whatever y’do, for fuck’s sake, don’t die:
Her evil will is never sated,
her gluttony is disgusting / untempted as she is by chains /
A sick and twisted marriage she manages with beasts of multiple feathers and fancys / disgusting and preying in her deprivations and captures
And will many more till the Greyhound bus will come and destroy her with a blunt and full pain. Great & gleaming His support will not be in the gravel /or the sand/
Or shiny steel glass of the new city on the hill
but by love,Wisdom, and virtue, and his land shall be
The land 'twixt either pelt.
Under his watch shall
safe Sherwood plains arise,
For whose fair realm, Camilla, virgin pure,
Nisus / athlete and stealer of drinks /
Euryalus / the pugilist / the peer of murderous Ares /
and Turnus / fierce King Rutuli / fell.
Ever chasing through every town
Shall worry, until he to hell at length
Restore her, when first envy loosed.

I think it would better, yeoman,
that my tracks you trace, when I bring you over the vastness
of the space, hearing as you go shrieks and shrivels of desperation
&& see old spirits tormented / tangled / invoking miserable states
Of Revelation;

Next peel eyelids to them who dwell
Contented in fire, bruning hopefully / hapless beggars forgotten/ to come
when the time gets to be that chime, among the lucky,
And if you want to tunnel further / bring a better Davy lamp /
Ascend with someone who has more &&
in whose charge, when I spin off,
you’ll be left: for that Almighty King, with the lion-locks
Who reigns above all and every, a rebel to his law, like you to yours
Has made the undelegated decision that
That to his city none through me should come.
In all the provinces sky or dust he holds sway;
Rules there hold / gripping / often grasping
His citadel and the City / the land of twisted April bankers/
Happy and lucky if he is your friend in his City – Robin spoke few words: -
Bard && Minstrel Man by that Lion, whose songs you’ve not sung ,
I beg you / penny for the ferry please / to lead me, where you say,
That I Saint Peter's gate may view, and these poor who I need to see –

He moved on / I pursued /