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Book of Venus
Book of Venus
Book of Venus
BY TORSTEN SCHWANKE
PART I
APHRODITE
CANTO I
CANTO II
CANTO III
CANTO IV
CANTO V
He handed an aphrodisiac
To joyful Aphrodite, one after another,
As if it were ambrosia from Elysium;
White Venus glowed a shameful crimson.
CANTO VI
CANTO VII
CANTO VIII
CANTO IX
CANTO X
O sugar-bread, O honey-bread!
Cupid did the work with cocoa,
That turns into chocolate, wait a while,
Cocoa makes the sweet woman fall in love.
CANTO XI
PART II
ODE TO APHRODITE
CHAPTER I
CANTO I
CANTO II
When Zeus, king of the gods, was still a youth,
Unmarried, he took his own sister
Hera for the premarital fornication of lust.
From this fornication and, moreover, incestuous union
The labourer god Hephestus, the bastard, sprang from it.
Zeus, however, made Hephestus a master craftsman.
But Hera detested this ugly bastard,
Yes, the mother threw her own son from Olympos!
But the sea goddess Thetis took pity on him,
Raised him up. He learned his craft, created his works,
To prove to the fierce mother, the lily-poor Hera,
To prove that he was reconciled with his mother,
He sent a work of art to the mother on Olympus,
A throne of gods for lily-armed Hera.
Zeus' wife, the mother Hera, sat in the throne,
But she could no longer rise from the sacred throne,
For Hephaestus banished her with magic arts.
Hera sent Dionysus from Olympus to earth,
To fetch her son Hephaestus to free her.
Zeus' and Semele's son Dionysos brought
Hera's bastard Hephaestus a huge wineskin.
But Hephestus was a sober drinker of water,
But Dionysus said: Artist, make a cup,
Broad and well-rounded, from it you shall sip wine,
But first you shall sniff with your nose the fragrance of wine,
Then let the wine caress thy tongue,
With the taste buds of thy palate taste the red wine,
Which I have procured for thee from Celtic Gaul.
In short, Hephestus was drunk, for he could not drink the wine.
Ha, Dionysus laughed at the drinker of water,
But he put the bastard Hephestus to sleep
In his chariot, drawn by velvet-black panthers,
He was escorted by elegant female felines,
Drunk as a skunk, Silen rode on the braying donkey,
On the braying donkey's stallion with staring limb.
Maenads danced to the drums and cymbals and triangles,
Their long curls flowing and their breasts bouncing,
Swinging their pelvises lasciviously and making them gyrate in the belly dance.
This is how the bastard Hephestus came to the Olympic gods.
Father Zeus welcomed the bastard, the fruit of his sin:
Now free the mother, the lily-armed Hera,
Then demand what you will, be it a heaven full of nymphs!
But Hephestus saw the unmarried Cythere,
Said, O Zeus, give me the unmarried Cythere,
If no other of the celestials will have her,
I will take her of necessity for a legal marriage contract.
But Hephaestus did not fulfil his marriage duties.
Now Hephaestus was always hard at work during the day,
But Aphrodite was bored with idleness,
In the eternal idleness she had the idea,
To visit Ares. She entered the chamber of the divine.
Ares looked, and behold, Aphrodite doused
Shone with divine splendour of supernal beauty!
Ares was enraptured by the divine beauty of Venus,
He rose from his bed and said: Cypris, O Cypris!
She tenderly touched the god's waist with her right hand
And said, Come and follow me, glorious Ares!
Down in southern Greece there is a pine grove,
Let us go for a walk there, friend and beloved!
So they went for a walk in the southern Greek pine forest,
Laughing they went for a walk. Squirrels licked pine cones.
Fire from the southern sun fell into the green wilderness.
Venus wore a little rose-red dress, a short one,
Barely covering her white, taut thighs,
Uncovered the arms, muscular and beautiful,
Even the breasts were only half-covered by the dress,
Milky white, the full breasts of the divine Venus
Out of the fiery dress. And Ares tore it off,
And pulled down Venus's pink panties!
Willingly Venus worshipped herself in the forest floor, luring
Ares pulled her down and lustfully they made love!
Aphrodite was the inventor of the arts of love,
She knew all the positions of lustful play.
And the refined lust master let her tongue
Playing with the twitching tongue of the divine man.
But from the southern Greek sky, the sun of the south,
Looked Helios, looked voyeuristically the sun,
Saw the adulterous lovers courting,
As they did in the daytime under the open sky.
Helios told Hephestus straight away. At the workplace
Angry Hephestus the bastard made plans of revenge.
Have you seen my Olympian bedroom yet, divine Ares?
Venus opened her door to the bedroom. Behold,
My beloved, the consecrations of all my pious worshippers
There, made of crystal, a floating nymph,
Holding in her hands a heart full of fiery flames,
There painted by Apelles the image of the sea-foam-born,
There, by Praxiteles, beautifully formed, the knidish Venus,
There idols, a chorus of dancing Bacchus maenads,
There an alabaster flacon full of precious nard,
The precious nard is worth more than three hundred denarii,
A votive offering from far-off Tyre and Sidon.
Ares said: O how fragrant is your pillow, O Venus!
Ares put his nose into the pillow and sniffed.
Aphrodite was already lying naked under the covers,
Only her long black hair flowed onto the pillow.
Again Ares and Aphrodite broke the marriage!
Drops of sweat beaded on the skin of naked Venus.
But like a spider's web of the hideous spider
(Venus hated spiders beyond measure),
Like a golden spider's web a work of art covered them
By Hephaestus' hand, invisible threads spun,
Spun stickily over the naked bodies of Venus
And Ares, who still lay between Venus' thighs,
Venus still spread her divine thighs,
When Hephaestus entered, and all the Olympian gods,
And the gods laughed their Olympian laugh!
Vengeful, Hephaestus loosed the spider's web,
Golden threads the husband unravelled, the naked Venus slipped away.
She mounted the chariot, drawn by doves,
To Paphos, Old Paphos or New Paphos. Venus
Bathed in the Fontana Amorosa, the spring,
Naked she stood in the bath. From above cascades of water
Flooded Aphrodite's naked body.
Young lovely graces anointed with oil from the olive tree
Aphrodite's naked body and clothed Venus
Short and sweet with a snow-white silken shirt.
Now Aphrodite had become a virgin again,
With a hymen intact a virgin goddess again!
Well, Hephestus divorced her. Zeus gave to Hephestus
Another wife, the young Charis Aglaja.
But Ares and Aphrodite continued to love each other
As a friend loves a girlfriend in spiritual friendship,
As a brother loves a sister in heartfelt love.
But Ares, initiated by Aphrodite into the mysteries of love,
Love‘s mysteries, in the refined arts of lust,
Could not break away from lust, seeking pleasure,
The pleasures of lust and sensual love.
One day of eternity, in the radiance of light,
The eager god saw the young girl Aurora.
O how beautiful she seemed to him, the lovely girl Aurora!
Fourteen years young, the miracle of a lady full of charm,
Reddish-blonde her curls, falling on snow-white shoulders,
White and round like a sacrificial bread was the maiden's face,
Her lips painted crimson with laughter and kisses,
She stood before him in a little shirt, with white naked arms,
She stood before him in a skirt, her thighs still naked,
Laughed at him with dark red kissing lips:
Lord God Ares, my neighbour in the Olympic flat,
How you gaze at me with hungry lust!
Celestial girl, moaned Ares, let yourself be known!
Aurora, the girl, led him into the bedroom. Chattering
Cockatiels played in the cage and made noise.
Aurora lay in the bed, naked under the covers,
Aurora stretched out her naked rose arm to Ares,
Aurora pulled him and Ares sank into Aurora's embrace.
Yes, the god slept on the fourteen-year-old girl,
But he confessed this to Venus in the next few days.
Ah, how furiously jealous was the goddess
Venus, like a scorpion, like a fury raced
Aphrodite and cursed with black magic spells:
The fourteen-year-old tramp! I'll put a spell on your body,
Unquenchable sexual lust and horniness!
Fourteen-year-old slut! Nymphomaniac of the sky
Shall you be, no man can ever satisfy you!
But when spring returned in heaven,
Then Aphrodite and Ares were reconciled again.
CANTO III
CHAPTER II
CANTO I
So he lost control
Over himself and so in the evening
Locked up by the guards
He remained in the cell of the goddess.
CANTO II
O Callipigos, O Goddess
Venus with the beautiful buttocks,
Thy marble statue I behold
With admiration and delight!
CANTO III
Apollonius of Tyana
Once heard of a man
Who was in love
With the ruler of Knidos,
Apollonius of Tyana
Now with rational reasons
Proved to this youth
That like with like was mated,
CANTO IV
So Praxiteles beheld
Goddess Knidia, the naked one,
Created the naked marble goddess,
Everyone can see her now,
CANTO V
O Praxiteles, confess,
Phryne was the model
For the naked marble goddess
Knidia full of love's charms.
A veiled statue,
Phryne came into the temple of Eros.
There already stood the Eros statue,
That Praxiteles made.
CANTO VI
CANTO VII
Vividarium Veneris!
This beautiful Venus felix
Followed Knidia, like her.
Cupid stood by her side.
This beautiful Venus felix
Chastely wraps her lower body
With the finest drapery.
Thus she pleased the apostle!
As the Medici-Cythere,
That was poetically truer
Than the Belvedere Venus
And the Knidia of coins.
PART III
APHRODITE IN FLAMES
A Comedy
SCENE I
HOMER
Now I am fifty years old,
Death approaches me with power,
But whom the young gods love,
So it is written,
They let him die young
And inherit Elysium.
Old age is a grey man,
He knocks at the wrong time
And disturbs me in my pleasant leisure
And calls to repentance and penance.
Now, the birthday I shall celebrate,
I shall tune my golden lyre
And sing hymns for the day
When I was born. I may not
Tell it my mother,
But I must mourn this day:
Alas, mother, that I was born of thee,
Who in the blind world ist lost
As a god-seer among the blind,
To find nothing but misery!
But Aphrodite is sociable,
She celebrates me. But subliminally
She celebrates herself and wants,
That I may not be lonely and silent,
That I may prepare in the nest
The merriment of a feast.
That Aphrodite on the scene
Is not lonely, Athena comes too,
Aphrodite's bosom friend
And my worst fiend.
The pious poet shall not blaspheme,
The two beautiful sisters of heaven
Have been my delight for twenty years.
They began as young butchers,
Now they are pious old nuns
And chaste as holy Madonnas.
But Aphrodite jealously
Beholds when Athena chastely
Draws me to passions,
Wise as Odysseus I am
And pray to Athena's radiance
And weep tear after tear
With longing for love every night.
But Aphrodite loves to laugh.
But now I tell a secret,
Now without further adieu
I await the birthday feast,
Because something new can be seen.
But the new is the old.
In my youth in the forest,
I loved the chaste deer,
The hind as white as snow,
Moon goddess in the darkness,
The love of my youth, Artemis!
And Artemis wrote a letter
With words of love beautiful and deep,
She would visit me again
And taste fig cake with me
And chat of old times.
Muses, I shudder!
When Artemis enters the scene,
I will compare her to Athena.
In my quiet chamber
See the ideal of my youth,
By the ideal of my age
I sit. Strings of my psaltery,
Whom then will you praise?
To whom will my senses rage?
Ah, Artemis in her youth
Was virgin goddess full of virtue,
And Aphrodite on the shore
Wildly shook her great breasts,
Athena in Hesperia
Instructed me in the mysteries.
Three goddesses, O what a torment!
They should all be One!
Like Artemis she should stride
And glide chastely like a hind,
Like Aphrodite she should laugh
And do lovely things
And should talk like Athena
Only of Elysium and Eden.
I'm all excited, muses,
I need Aphrodite's bosom,
To still my troubled will
At Aphrodite's breast!
That after the eclipse of death
I shall see Artemis again!
However, the doorbell rings,
Aphrodite stands before it,
The goddess with the beautiful ass,
She comes with her dear children.
SCENE II
(Homer, the fifty-year-old Aphrodite, with her son, the ten-year-old Apollo, and the six-year-old
twins Eros and Anteros. Eros and Anteros enter Homer's hermit's cell making merry noises).
APHRODITE
Much delight in love and many blessings,
My darling, on all your ways!
HOMER
What dost thou give me for a lamentable day?
APHRODITE
What you wish, my darling, say!
HOMER
O, once more I would kiss thee!
How hard to miss thy kisses!
APHRODITE
Here on the soft peach cheek,
On my brown curly cheek?
HOMER
No, Aphrodite, on the lips!
And not just sip the mouth like that!
No, hot kisses shall do,
To suck the juice from my marrow!
(Aphrodite kisses Homer.)
APHRODITE
Now, my much-loved children,
Homer is an overcomer,
He was in the worldly theatre
To you like a dear father of hearts!
Come, clasp each other's paws,
Serenade Father Homer!
THE CHILDREN
(singing)
How wonderful that you were born,
We would have missed you so much!
APOLLO
Homer, all those books
Have you read, father, have you?
HOMER
Have had many books
Of bad poets untalented
And also of excellent poets,
Of priests of muses and prophets!
If I still had them all today,
They would reach me to my bed,
I would not find room in my parlour,
No more room for a sweetheart!
EROS
When may I sleep near you again?
My ship wants to go home!
They call me rascal and rogue and knave,
I'm only happy in your parlour!
APOLLO
Yes, in the unventilated parlour
It always smells of sweets!
ANTEROS
What are you doing with all these bottles?
Do you have something tasty to snack on?
HOMER
For Aphrodite fig cake
And also two sultana cakes.
APHORODITE
A fig cake, what a delight!
How my heart leaps in my breast!
And two sultana cakes too!
A butterfly flutters in my belly!
APOLLO
Come, Eros, to the toy box!
EROS
Not until my Homer kissed me!
APOLLO
Anteros, come on, let's play,
Here in the toy box rummage.
EROS
I am the sweet boy Eros
And you my father Homer,
I want to sit on your lap,
I want to look you in the eyes,
My arms around your neck
And kiss with my lips,
With my lips your lips
And then sip the apple nectar.
APHRODITE
My child, as true as Jesus Christ lives,
You know that you are the darling
And that the little imp of father Homer,
He is foolishly in love with Eros!
But have mercy on the mother,
My bosom is as white as butter,
I became because of my bosom
One of Homer's muses too,
When I was the merry-go-round!
HOMER
Yes, darling, and because of your tongue!
APHRODITE
How, because of my silly chattering,
How, or because of my smacking?
HOMER
How your tongue caresses me!
Memories are my consolation!
(The doorbell rings.)
SCENE III
ATHENE
Homer, my friend, I wish you happiness!
HOMER
Back to being unborn?
ATHENE
Happiness is only at the goal, see,
Eternal eudaemonia
Awaits you! But consider:
Happiness is not useful as a path.
APHRODITE
Do you seek the secret of happiness?
Find a friend by the Styx...
ATHENE
O Aphrodite, bosom friend,
Thou my worst enemy of heart,
Tyrant of all the sky gods,
I hope the weather is fine today,
I'll take a stroll through the field
To the quiet, beautiful oak grove.
APHRODITE
What do you want to look for in the forest?
Here waits your fig cake!
ATHENE
O, cake! Like in paradise!
The fig is as sweet as honey!
APHRODITE
And look, Homer, the old chap,
Has a pitcher of goat's milk.
ATHENE
He calls us both: old bitches
And already longs for young bucks!
APHRODITE
Whether old bitches, young ricks,
Men always want to fuck!
HOMER
In my youth a poem
I read to you, I rhymed simply
The bell's dangling tinkle
To God's cheerfulness in heaven.
APHRODITE
I rhymed: Heaven and tinkling bells,
I know, Homer, that rhymes with Willy.
ATHENE
He also calls us already: old whores!
But we are divine natures!
If we so despise ourselves
And regard ourselves as temple whores,
We ourselves are to blame for the disgrace.
But we cultivate the ego cult
And love ourselves the most,
Then our self will delight us,
Then we are goddesses in the universe.
HOMER
Yes, I am your nightingale,
Athena, you are God's rose!
APHRODITE
And today also comes the spotless one,
The virgin goddess of virtue,
The well-beloved of thy youth,
The old lady Artemis?
HOMER
She plunged me into darkness,
My heart's blood gushed blood-red,
Death was already reaching for me!
ATHENE
O Aphrodite, star of the sisters,
Let us blaspheme Artemis!
Have you ever seen her image?
She lives shy in the forest and wild.
APHRODITE
I saw her portrait of Apelles,
The pair of eyes a moon-white bright,
But, by the mediator and reconciler,
I am indeed far more beautiful!
Artemis' face is pointed,
Her breast no bouncing twin fawns,
The curly locks dark blond,
Her face pale and not sunlit.
ATHENE
Homer, Aphrodite's ex,
He had no sex then
With Artemis in his youth,
So he praises her as the star of virtue.
HOMER
Athena, my goddess of wisdom,
My ideal, longed-for wife!
For twenty years I have loved thee
And to your service I dedicate my self,
But I have often longed
And moaned with longing,
That I might see thee, beside thee
Lady Artemis in her adornment,
And then you two gracious ones
I would test and compare severely.
APHRODITE
You adore these two?
But I love you, my husband!
(The doorbell rings.)
SCENE IV
ARTEMIS
Homer, so long unseen
Since our great beautiful youth,
And yet we recognise each other!
And do you still sing your songs today?
HOMER
Let me introduce you to the sisters,
The birds in the nests.
There, the one I've been striving for,
The goddess of love, Aphrodite,
And there the source of many a tear,
Wisdom‘s queen Athena.
APHRODITE
So you are the Artemis?
O, by the eclipse of hell,
Do you also know that I was abandoned
By Homer in paradise,
In all the lusts of our youth,
Because he desired thy virtue?
ARTEMIS
Yes, yes, we were young and pure,
But I never invited him,
He chose me to choose,
But I was prickly as thorns,
He could lisp, slur, fistula,
I was like nettles and thistles,
But Homer knows no No,
So he gave me a lot of grief,
He used to stand outside the balcony
By the chestnut gazebo
And always sang there to the guitar:
O Artemis, I wait, I wait,
I wait till I die
And in the last agony
And even after death
I still love you!
So sang the foolish Homer.
APHRODITE
What are you laughing at, dear Eros?
EROS
Ah, that pointed hooked nose
Of the lady Artemis! I am racing!
And those thin, thin lips,
That always sip black tea!
ARTEMIS
Homer, whence comes this knave,
Yes, all those children in the parlour?
HOMER
I have no children of my own,
But all the Greeks, all the Indians,
All the earthly theatre
I love as a kind-hearted father.
And, Artemis, are you a mother too?
Was ever thy bosom full of butter?
ARTEMIS
What do you know of my breasts?
HOMER
In the bath once I lusted,
You were naked in the bath,
Quite a model for a nude.
ARTEMIS
Who should ever find me naked,
I'll rank him among the blind.
APHRODITE
Why dost thou so modestly adorn thyself,
Wilt thou not seduce a man?
ARTEMIS
Ah, these arrogant men,
Some play the jack-of-all-trades,
The others play idlers
And good-for-nothings and cricket-catchers!
No, I'd rather stay alone,
I'm still a virgin, chaste and pure,
I'm a free woman, a free woman,
My womb is mine alone,
My belly is mine alone!
HOMER
All is nothing but a vain breath!
In age you are still a girl,
Your curly hair is already a silver thread,
You old maid prune!
I saw you once in my dream
And thought you were the Maiden Mary
And the Hagia Sophia!
APOLLO
Come, let us rather play cards!
Here the centaur warriors aim!
ANTEROS
I'll give you Amazons for that,
Also dragon slayers and aeons!
Let me look at your cards!
EROS
I have three Little Mermaids!
SCENE V
(Grove in front of Homer's hut. Artemis and Athena are walking together).
ATHENE
I could stand it no longer
In this musty, dull house,
He never used the broom,
Never cleaned the dust off the books.
ARTEMIS
He was like that even in his youth,
Purity is not his virtue.
ATHENE
What was he like in youth?
Tell me of the lover!
ARTEMIS
He prayed to me as if
I am God! That is too much honour!
I spoke in my white skirt,
I have no desire
For your passion of urges
And your religious love!
ATHENE
Did he leave thee there in peace?
ARTEMIS
When I think of it, I must hate him!
He was camped outside my door,
He stretched out all fours like a beast
And begging like a street dog
He cried: I am sore at heart!
O Saviour, you must heal me!
Come, beloved, let us hurry!
For millions of years we have been
By supernatural aeons
Destined to be lovers!
ATHENE
O, how my soul grimeth!
Then I, poor female, become male,
Inflammable and burning with wrath,
Because the evil breath of his mouth
Said the same to me too!
ARTEMIS
He also preached to thee like priests,
You were made for him alone?
ATHENE
Before the mother conceived him,
We would have gone before God
As husband and wife hand in hand,
United in the land of ideas!
ARTEMIS
There you see all his foolishness!
It is truly God's Wisdom
More faithful than the wise Plato
And than the advocate Cato.
ATHENE
Now these are my dear men.
But I wonder what this means,
That even after death our fool
Will give me the red rose
And in Elysium woo me,
In heaven I would consecrate myself
At last to his thirst of impulses
And quench it with my love!
ARTEMIS
That's what he said to me,
O virgin full of adornment,
I love thee to the hour of death
And swear to thee with a hot mouth,
I love thee after death
As an angel in heaven!
ATHENE
How he in drunken ecstasy
Only always slurring the same phrases!
ARTEMIS
But I angrily said to him,
You gusher! You love too sublimely
Only the heavenly idea!
In your blue eyes
I see the icon of Mary,
The splendour of Hagia Sophia!
But I am from the world of shadows,
I want to marry a shadow!
But you love for ever only
Ideas, ideals, images!
ATHENE
He confessed it to me himself,
When he was in love's bonds,
I never love a woman,
But of the ideal show,
When above a woman I see
The splendour of the celestial idea!
The Queen of Heaven Mary
Alone is my delight of love!
ARTEMIS
He is certainly at the feet
Of Aphrodite, to tell the sweet one
The same nonsense
Of their parallel souls!
ATHENE
How sorry I am for Urania!
ARTEMIS
The poor poet! Ha, ha, ha!
SCENE VI
HOMER
The children are playing beautifully outside!
Aphrodite! Listen, I groan:
If only I were still a child
And my grandmother full of honour
Would take me in her arms again!
APHRODITE
Before Aphrodite be not ashamed
Of the weak moments of sorrow.
See me smiling and nodding graciously!
HOMER
Apollo spoke a poem yesterday.
APHRODITE
Say how my son speaks in verses!
HOMER
(quoting)
From blood to blood the agonies of death
Wildly rooting in the entrails!
APHRODITE
That speaks quite from your heart,
Don't you, man of love‘s pain?
How beautifully you play with the children
And also feel with their grief,
In this tragic theatre
Of the valley of tears a dear father.
You know, my husband Vulcan
Only ever looked at you with envy,
He complained of it to his mother,
The goddess Juno. Do you know what
The goddess Juno said?
I hear Vulcan lament,
Homer is his conqueror,
Homer is the god of the children!
Apollo, Anteros and Eros
Are begotten of Homer,
And Vulcan, the son, the dear,
Thou didst then foist them!
Thus said the goddess Juno. Ha,
Homer, that's what Urania says,
I love you with all my heart
For your faithful love of children!
And for this I will reward thee,
Allow you to join me!
HOMER
What says your spouse,
That fiend, that rat?
APHRODITE
We live in Greece, after all,
Here no god wrote with his hand
On tablets of rock his curse,
I goddess love adultery,
In the Golden Aeon it was,
When I cheated on Vulcan with Mars!
HOMER
Yes, you remember, in our youth,
When we were foolishly free of virtue,
How we in the summer sun,
In the summer sun made love?
APHRODITE
Will you roll on me again
As when by the cliff-rock?
HOMER
That was beautiful too, but I think,
How I once enjoyed you
Sweetly under the flowering pavilion
Of the chestnut tree on the balcony.
APHRODITE
Ah, I attain the illumination,
You mean the beautiful position
Where head and feet are interchanged?
HOMER
O, I am quite intoxicated with lust!
APHRODITE
Now take off my clothes,
We are all alone in the house,
We'll screw according to love's rules
Like married couples of doves!
HOMER
O model for a nude,
How divinely beautiful you are naked,
Thou love full of love's lust,
How majestic thy breasts!
APHRODITE
You will crown me with your song.
The apple thou givest to me, the fair one?
HOMER
You deserve the apple,
For you have served love well
As handmaid of the gods, as hierodule!
The handmaid of the gods my paramour!
Now I serve thee diligently too,
O goddess, my concubine!
(They disappear into the bedroom.)
SCENE VII
(In Homer's living room. The children are playing. Aphrodite is eating fig cake. Artemis and Athena
are discussing. Homer is watching everything).
ARTEMIS
The men think they are
The image of God's I,
First to appear in the world,
That all women serve them.
We shall be quiet and humble
And sweet, tender and gentle,
As ever-soft and still as females
Refresh them with our bodies,
Receptive all the time,
Listening only in silence,
What men's will we hear
And to the word of man's seed
As maids say yes and amen.
ATHENE
But prehistoric man was androgynous!
In my wisdom I say boldly
As once Aristophanes spoke,
That God broke the primeval creature,
That all striving now invokes
Androgyny again,
That women must become male
And men kiss feminine again.
When the feminine becomes masculine
And the masculine becomes feminine,
The primeval man, androgynous hermaphrodite,
Appears again. But this is bitter
For those masculine guys,
Who seek only the woman's pearl
And say: Women, be female,
Be eternally feminine in soul and body,
Be daughters, girls, become mothers.
The guys then hate the hermaphrodite,
Which God the Creator once broke,
They want their females weak
And always kind, always mild
And beautiful as Madonna's image
And always stare hypnotically
At woman's womb highly erotic.
ARTEMIS
All this is patriarchal,
But the beginning of matriarchal
Was female rule in the world.
No Lord God spoke from the firmament,
On earth was the Great Mother,
A paradise of cream and butter!
Priestesses of the Great Mother,
They were virgin queens.
There the housewife mothers did not reign,
The children's worries were bitter,
Giving the children honey to nibble on,
Then they hasten to wash the linen,
Then they wash the children's heads
And clean the pots and pans,
The mothers full of everyday worries
Did not reign on the world's morn,
Rather the feminine nuns,
Full of the spirit of the Virgin Madonna,
Priestesses of the virgin goddess,
Virgin-pure queens.
ATHENE
No fatherly spirit from heaven
Ordered there the world's tumult,
No spirit there created the forms,
God was not spirit and did not give norms
Of patriarchal marriage ethics
And patriarchal poetics,
No, in the beginning no father
Created the world, the Magna Mater
Was Mater, was Materia,
Materia was always there,
Materia in the beginning.
I am a materialist!
Materia gave birth to matter
And will give birth, I hope,
When this world perishes,
Then a new world will be born,
So on and on for eternity.
Time is not linear to the goal,
Leads us to heaven, where we shine,
Time moves in spirals,
And after the patriarchal war
Again appears the mother's victory,
There comes the divine Astraea
As Magna Mater Bona Dea
And women's rule brings peace,
Then paradise is on earth.
ARTEMIS
We virgins but unmanned,
The goddess we have recognised.
ATHENE
Wisdom shows herself recognisable to us,
When we as women become male,
Not sweetly feminine, no, bitter,
Full of strife and anger, strong hermaphrodites!
ARTEMIS
Yes, women should become quarrelsome!
Then comes paradise on earth!
SCENE VIII
(Homer and Aphrodite sit arm in arm on the sopha and whisper. The children suddenly become
suspiciously quiet! Artemis and Athena take their leave.)
ATHENE
It was very nice with you, Homer,
Now do not let your heart be heavy,
Surrender not to love's woes,
Athena must now part from thee.
ARTEMIS
How good it is that we met again,
Now, according to the fates‘ plan
I must go from here. You shall not curse
Nor shall you seek me further!
(Athena and Artemis depart.)
APHRODITE
All at once it is so quiet!
My friend, what would be your will now?
HOMER
Beloved, all we have to do,
That is to kiss us, to kiss us, to kiss us.
Dear wife, in a word:
Come, let's make sports of love!
APHRODITE
By my honoured ass:
I must look after the children first.
HOMER
But I'm beginning to wonder myself:
What are they doing? It smells like smoke here!
ANTEROS
O dear mother, no more chatter!
I, mother, want to tell you something now!
Eros lit a fire!
Only a grown man is allowed to do that.
He was playing with the lighter!
EROS
Anteros, shut up, keep quiet!
HOMER
I think my flat is on fire!
Quickly, much-loved children, run!
APHRODITE
Homer, with might of overcomers
Be thou the saviour of my children!
The fire, of the clattering splash,
I will quench it with water!
(Homer takes Eros in his arms, Anteros by the hand and calls to Apollo, so they rush out. The whole
house is on fire).
EROS
Homer, Homer, it's too late!
Aphrodite is going down!
APOLLO
How hard strikes God the Father's hand!
Alas, Aphrodite is burned!
HOMER
Lord Jesus has saved her
And bedded her in paradise!
There Jesus of Nazareth celebrates
The wedding with the goddess Venus!
EROS
Ah, Aphrodite without blemish,
Has now become our angel!
ANTEROS
What is to become of us children now
In this valley of tears on earth?
HOMER
I will take you to the centaur!
Ye children shall mourn no longer!
See, Chiron is a pedagogue,
Who never bends children by force,
He makes one and another
As pedagogues to Alexanders,
As wise as Aristotle
And as much in love as Socrates
With Alcibiades,
That's what we can read in Plato.
You will live on Atlantis
And above you will hover in blessing
Saint Aphroditissa without blemish,
Advocate and guardian angel,
Forever be Advocata to you
Saint Aphroditissa Immaculata!
EROS
(clasps Homer's neck and weeps)
Ah father of hearts Homer,
You dearest daddy of Eros,
How beautiful was the time with you!
HOMER
We will never see each other again!
How cruel, God, is the loss!
I weep at Aphrodite's breast,
I take comfort in Aphrodite's bosom!
My muses are silent with grief!
All pleasure in existence is gone
Through this dreadful loss!
How shall it go on with me?
APOLLO
Will Aphrodite rise again?
HOMER
God will raise her up, yes,
Blessed Urania!
SCENE IX
(Mountainous area, grove of olive trees, oaks. Above a holm-oak a strange appearance of light.
Homer marvels at the phenomenon of light).
HOMER
The white sheets of a bed
Wears this woman, she's a nice one,
I see no face full of charm
And see no arm at her body...
(Sudden gust of wind rustles in the oaks.)
O God, you rush in this wind!
What a poor human child I am
That you should take care of me, God?
I am but breath in the fireclay!
(Suddenly a young girl comes, she is beautiful, like the model of a Venus painter)
Who are you, beautiful girl?
Where are you from, what town?
HELEN
I am Helen of Sparta,
Am not Mary and not Martha,
I am young Helen,
The niece of Urania!
HOMER
How old? How long is your hair?
HELEN
I count sixteen years in May.
My brown hair reaches
Almost down to my bottom.
HOMER
I want to be a sculptor, by Cupid,
And carve your body out of marble.
I would be a Praxiteles,
Whom Socrates once watched,
How he chiselled Phryne so beautiful,
So aphrodisiac beautiful, the bold one.
Yes, or I would be Apelles,
I would paint a picture, a bright one,
Like Cypris standing on a shell
In her tide of curls tousle.
HELEN
Who are you, are you a painter?
You're an old man, a bald one,
An old man with a fat belly
And stinking of thy mouth's breath.
But I, beautiful as Stella Maris,
I love the fair youth Paris!
HOMER
Whether Stella Matutina or Stella Maris,
O Stella, love only Paris,
I only want to tell you stories.
Otherwise there would only be stories,
If I wanted to love you, child.
You know what people are like.
I'll write an epic poem,
A hymn to your face.
HELEN
Homer, this is too much honour,
It's more than I desire.
I already see the Iliad
And already read the Odyssey.
But show the books, your Veda,
Not to my stern mother Leda!
HOMER
The queen is pious and chaste.
HELEN
She is also furiously jealous,
Especially when a drunken poet
Praises her daughter's eyes
And raves about her daughter's charms
And loveliness - God have mercy! -
Then the air becomes stuffy for Leda,
Then she becomes quarrelsome,
She becomes bitchy!
HOMER
What does the mother Leda say then?
HELEN
Yes, yes, that's how the bad man is,
Crazy for young girls' charms,
The old ones crucify them,
They never love the poor old ones,
Always the girls without wrinkles,
Where breasts are not withered and sagging,
Where girls' breasts are firm and white!
HOMER
I should be quite mistaken,
If not quite heavenly your breasts!
HELEN
But I will not lift the veil!
HOMER
I see the doe's fawns leaping!
HELEN
Very well, you may be my poet,
God alone may know!
HOMER
Primal beauty of the primal divinity, hail!
PART IV
TANNHÄUSER
An Opera
ACT I
SCENE I
(South of France. Grotto with spring. Surrounded by vineyards. In the grotto on a broad red velvet
bed with many cushions Venus and in her arms Tannhäuser. Turtledoves cooing).
VENUS
Where has all the world gone? Gone is the earth!
TANNHÄUSER
And no more as a shepherd I feed my flock!
VENUS
Great as the universe is our loneliness.
TANNHÄUSER
But this loneliness is our togetherness.
VENUS
We lie arm in arm, we two world-distant.
TANNHÄUSER
May all the world talk of fools and madmen.
VENUS
In the universe we are alone, two in the universe.
TANNHÄUSER
In the rose cup the nightingale rests and drinks.
VENUS
I bathe my body in sunlight and moonlight.
TANNHÄUSER
I bathe my spirit in your lips' red wine.
VENUS
Here no one reviles us any more for our lust for heaven.
TANNHÄUSER
How blissfully unconscious I rest at your breasts!
VENUS
The gods do not disturb, here even the muses are silent.
TANNHÄUSER
I drink love's milk from your dove's bosom.
VENUS
Here no philosopher laughs and reviles love's body.
TANNHÄUSER
Man is perfect, perfect is woman.
VENUS
Thoughts are silent, we smile softly blissful.
TANNHÄUSER
So quiet is my mind, yet so cheerful and merry.
VENUS
Love alone is the beatifier.
TANNHÄUSER
I believe that I am already in paradise!
VENUS
And more and more I enjoy your kisses.
TANNHÄUSER
It's Elysium full of drunken pleasures.
VENUS
Love is sweet as milk and honeycomb.
TANNHÄUSER
Your dear light body is all my paradise!
VENUS
Who on earth already live like spirits of heaven...
TANNHÄUSER
Thy bosom is fruitful and full like trumpy vines!
VENUS
In the vineyard we rest, the sun smiles mildly.
TANNHÄUSER
It is Elysium, this blissful place.
VENUS
My dear body is wrapped in nothing but the light of the sun.
TANNHÄUSER
Your face is serenely beautiful, the delight of my life.
VENUS
Look into my eyes for just a moment.
TANNHÄUSER
I see the ocean of love full of happiness.
VENUS
Ah, this bliss will never end in eternity!
TANNHÄUSER
From your eyes blue the light flashes dazzle!
VENUS
My husband and my spouse! My darling and my child!
TANNHÄUSER
Blinded, divinity, I am blinded, blind!
I can no longer fix my eyes on Venus,
Now I must go into the world and suffer, suffer, suffer!
Blinded by the light of divinity, your radiance,
Is dark night around me! I see the crown of thorns!
No, your beauty cannot be carved in marble.
But now I thirst for blows, whips, scourges!
No more may I taste your body's bread.
Come now, martyrdom, come, expiatory death!
VENUS
You go now into the world to satisfy your desire
For torture? But you will return to Venus!
(Tannhäuser throws on a purple cloak and leaves Venus' grotto).
SCENE II
(Medieval Germany, i.e. the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation. To ward off the curse of
the Pestratts, flagellants march in a penitential procession through the gothic gutters)
PRIEST
O Lord, we are plagued by death, the Black Death, the plague,
The Roman-German empire is a rat's nest,
Where pestilence is everywhere and evil spirits lurk,
Sickness is to death, God's poor are starving,
We are plagued by famine, we fear the victory
Of the Antichrist who overtakes us with war.
FLAGLANT
Mary, Queen of us wretched and poor,
Give us your mother's heart full of heartfelt mercy!
PRIEST
Sin accuses us, we ourselves are sinners,
To harlots we went and ravished the children!
The Church has almost become a whore of Babylon,
The Pope in Avignon is a guest of sinners.
We who carve an idol from rocky hearts,
We scourge our poor Lord and Saviour again,
With whips we scourge the poor Son of God,
By sacrilegiously taking communion.
The victims of war shriek with shrill voices,
The monks even resemble homosexuals,
We live like pagans and yet we are called Christians
And walk Belial and Beelzebul in the yoke!
FLAGLANT
Mary, Queen of us wretched and poor,
Give us your mother's heart full of heartfelt mercy!
PRIEST
But God's cup is full, now the fountain overflows
Of God's wrath, God pours wine for us in anger,
The bitter yeast yet we lick, drunken revelers,
When God shatters the chalice, he throws the cup to smithereens,
The thunder rumbles loud, God the Father's thundering voice
Deeply frightens the world, God rages in his fury!
FLAGLANT
Mary, Queen of us wretched and poor,
Give us your mother's heart full of heartfelt mercy!
PRIEST
Lord Jesus now rises, in his right hand holds
The judge of the dead now and strong hero of God
The bow of God and the arrows of God's wrath!
His arrow, it is the plague! We have strayed from salvation
And suffer punishment now, when the Lord God takes vengeance,
The Lord's justice in wrath fatally weakens us!
FLAGLANT
Mary, Queen of us wretched and poor,
Give us your mother's heart full of heartfelt mercy!
PRIEST
We atone for our sins and go the way of penance,
We salute Our Lady with reverent greeting,
The most beautiful of all women of the female sex!
Jesus Christ's right hand is still raised in wrath,
But Our Lady holds God's right arm
Back by her prayer full of loving charms!
When Jesus Christ is angry, the Lord is angry with his sheep,
When God the Judge comes to punish the sinful world,
Then Our Lady beseeches for us God's mercy,
The Lord's mercy on all our sins,
Ask pardon for our sins.
And covers Christendom with her mantle of stars.
She alone withholds the Lord's justice
By her womanly grace, the woman's mercy!
FLAGANT
Mary, Queen of us wretched and poor,
Give us your mother's heart full of heartfelt mercy!
PRIEST
When on the Last Day at the Last Judgement
God the Father gravely veils his light face
And looks to the Son of God, whether we have found mercy
With Jesus our Lord, then we shall see his wounds,
Which we ourselves have caused by all our trespasses.
Will Jesus then have patience with our guilt?
But we Orthodox Christians have hope,
For then Our Lady will stand with her breasts bared
And say to the Son: O Jesus, guest of souls,
See this naked breast, on which you have sucked,
Who as Son of Man sucked at the bosom,
Have mercy on the world, confused and crazy,
By my milk, O son, have mercy on the world!
So the Christian man may yet enter heaven.
FLAG LETTERS
Mary, Queen of us wretched and poor,
Give us your motherly heart full of heartfelt mercy!
(Silence.)
TANNHÄUSER
God first created chaos, the shapeless sea,
The universe then gloriously created the Lord God,
God then created nature, God created the apes,
God created the first man, the archetype of all priests,
Then God the Creator made the crown of creation, lo,
Then it was really good when God created woman,
God said, It is very good! And in the haven of heaven
Satisfied, the Lord went to sleep with his Wisdom.
SCENE III
(In a castle in Germany. Two minstrels accept Tannhäuser into their Parnassian order).
FIRST MINSTREL
O the princess, oh! When I first saw
The beautiful maiden, like God's daughter fair,
Seemed to me unsullied and pure as a goddess,
All pure of spirit, like God's own wife!
On her brow saw a sign, without mockery,
I saw the god, shining clear and bright,
The God of love I saw light upon her brow!
I was ashamed: I was in love with a harlot,
The lust of base minxes, the vile lust of the flesh,
I sinned once at a harlot's breast.
But now came the maiden, the spiritually pure, chaste,
I was ashamed of lust, of sensuality in the flesh.
Who will ever be worthy to praise the Virgin?
She is an angel pure, a spotless spirit.
Away with sensuality and concubines,
To serve Urania alone in pure spirit,
Urania alone to sing her praises!
My Plato stands by me, who knows of love,
The celestial alone, the holy and pure
Is praiseworthy and not the earthly, common one.
Spiritualised I will be and become without mockery
By my goddess' favour a young beautiful god
And walk in Elysium, despite the mockers,
The goddess and her god, blissful as the gods!
SECOND MINSTREL
When my heart and mind's eyes beheld
The Christ young and wild, he seemed to me madness,
Magdalene was his mistress, was the pure,
A hetaera, a sinner and an eternal whore!
The whore and the madness, the god and his bride,
So in youth I looked upon Christ.
But one day I saw the princess, behold,
She was the morning star of the rosy dawn,
She was so spotless, a pure heavenly light,
She was the white lady, the beautiful lady pure,
She was so without spot or blemish or flaw,
No longer a human being, but a revealed angel,
Not just any woman - the Eternal She,
An angel who appeared from the star of imagination,
An angel was henceforth to me the fair lady
And angel was henceforth for me the name of God.
TANNHÄUSER
I saw in an image the whore of Babylon,
I saw in existence her, I, God's favourite son,
On a lion rode the wild naked whore,
The goddess of all lust and voluptuousness, yes the pure
Hætaera, manifest was her bare breast,
The lion she rode, the lion was lust,
The flood of hair flowed long on her great breasts,
The epitome of lust, the giver of lust,
She held in her hand the goblet of Cyprus wine,
Spiced with cloves and red with blood,
The wine of whoredom she poured into the cup,
The lusty boys were her drunken revelers,
On seven hills she lay a wild she-wolf,
Bloodthirsty I saw her on her jubilant day
Licking her lips, drunk with the blood
Of the saints of the Lord, whom she in her wantonness
Slaughtered at the altar of idolatry,
The saints of the Lord with a loud cry
Still blessed God before the whore of all whores
And then triumphantly went to God's heaven!
Then in the spirit I beheld the pure maiden,
The nymph of God, the Lamb's virgin bride,
Jerusalem, the maiden, holy and pure,
In white robes and golden glories appeared,
Virgin pure and chaste, in white linen,
With the choir of angels, the harmony of the spheres,
From heaven descended the holy and pure,
Of jasper, jade and many a precious stone,
Sapphire and onyx and lapis lazuli,
Turquoise and malachite adorned the purest one,
With pearls of tears was adorned the virgin's crown,
Of ivory built the throne, she sat in her throne,
In the throne of ivory to see God's lamb,
God Yes and Amen as the Virgin's Bridegroom!
FIRST MINSTREL
Yes, she is the princess! The eternal beauty!
With your minstrelsy you crown the princess!
SECOND MINSTREL
Yes, the princess has revealed as an angel,
To thee the vision of God, the pure maiden tender.
TANNHÄUSER
When ye the princess worship as a woman of women,
Will I see the princess in her womb!
Is she a spirit alone? Does she live in a light body?
Ah, the princess must be a superwoman!
ACT II
SCENE I
PRINCESS
All ye minstrels, ye do not love women,
You only want to see ideas in your souls!
The minstrel sings what he saw within,
He looks at his own soul, his anima.
He looks at icons and wonderful cloths
And dreams of muses, fairies. The ladies of his books
Dance around his mind, there he sees ideals
Of beauty's primordial idea in the hall of ideas.
Pandora it is! Athena gave her wisdom
And Aphrodite charm, charming smiles‘ sweetness,
And Hera gave her the arm, the lily-white arm,
And Cybele the breasts! O that God would have mercy!
Pandora shall I be, and the idea of women!
All that a poet wants to see in a woman!
But I am not that, I am not Mary mild
And Aphrodite beautiful, I am no marble image.
But who loves me even in my own nature?
In no love-song have I read so far,
What I myself have felt and how I myself am,
No minstrel knows of my inward sense.
Who then loves me myself? You envious ones, become more yellow!
I love myself alone, I love myself!
Certainly, it flatters me to be the most beautiful of all women,
To be in the song of songs the Sulamit brown,
The Venus of Hesiod, Athena of Homer,
If I am the ideal of Wisdom and of Eros,
If, Magdalena I, adoring before the cross,
I am also Venus, the epitome of allure,
I fairy queen, I sorceress Morgane,
Moon goddess chaste and white, the heavenly Diana,
Heavenly love itself am I, Urania,
The fairest of women, the beautiful Helen,
Helen of Tyre and Helen of Sparta,
Sometimes Magdalene, and sometimes sister Martha,
When adored like Hagia Sophia,
The ideal woman like Our Lady Mary,
I'm flattered, I'm sure. But I know the poet
In Eros‘ flames always in purgatory stands,
He pretends to be so pious and chaste, but he wants to sleep with me,
He only wants to go to the marital port,
Though he be a virgin, though he be celibate.
Lives like an angel's spirit, but stronger is the flesh,
But stronger is the impulse, the sensuality of the senses,
He'd love to hear my lowly love in the grass!
And when now the minstrel and poet preaches
And plays the great spirit, enthusiastically as a prophet
Speaks of the love of God and of the love of one's neighbour,
When he speaks of love, he always mean instincts!
Ah, to love God and one's neighbour, what is that?
That comes all by itself, by Goddess Veritas,
That comes of itself, when I love myself!
Ye minstrels are eager thieves of the heart,
But I will not give my heart to a minstrel,
For I am not half, not half an apple,
That only becomes whole by a man's grace.
No, I am not carved from a man's calf!
I am a part of God, I am a piece of God!
In my own self alone dwells my happiness!
If I do not love myself, how can I love God?
If I do not love myself, yet it is written,
How then shall I love my neighbour as myself?
Though my ego must die, then my True Self lives,
But my True Self is Godhead, made woman!
What am I supposed to do as a woman in your order of men?
I am a piece of God, I am God incarnate!
But you give yourselves that you lose yourselves!
Do you want to give your heart to me,
You want to sink your heart of love deep into my heart,
Let your heart die, that it may rise again
In my lust for you! So the poet laments:
She loves me not, ah, she is murderess and murders
All my life's happiness! Overflowing with lamentation
Then the poet falls ill, into mad delusion,
To suicide his spirit creeps on sick madness' track
And when he then murders himself with the knife,
Then I say to myself: But I'll do better!
Where is a human spirit that understands me deeply,
A spirit that delights me, a friend that walks with me,
A high priest who forgives all my sins,
And a prophet who will not proclaim my absence,
Where a mother who comforts me in my pain,
Where a love, where, that fills my heart?
All this is my self! Yes, to all the afflicted
Say now my True Self: Only the self-loving
In the order of their self are blissful alone!
I remain alone with my Self in solitude!
SCENE II
TANNHÄUSER
Je vous salue, Marie! - Princess, my dear!
PRINCESS
Yes, yes, I know, poet: The mightiest of urges!
TANNHÄUSER
You are so beautiful! Omnipotent is your charm!
PRINCESS
You're about to say, poet, I'll crucify you!
TANNHÄUSER
All my life's meaning, my breath, my soul!
PRINCESS
When will you again give me of gold jewellery and perls?
TANNHÄSUER
Worship I feel, I kneel before my God!
PRINCESS
And tomorrow you have only mockery for my folly.
TANNHÄUSER
O Rosa Mystica, I am thy drunken butterfly!
PRINCESS
Yes, because I am young and beautiful. But what then in old age?
TANNHÄUSER
O, my love is all pure, platonically chaste!
PRINCESS
But what if I first tickle your flesh?
TANNHÄUSER
Oh love me, my God, thou God's holy divinity!
PRINCESS
Once the charm is gone, I'll be boring to you.
TANNHÄUSER
Oh angel, love me, I implore you full of shyness!
PRINCESS
The vows of love are not new, after all.
TANNHÄUSER
In Love‘s court you are the judge of my soul!
PRINCESS
Others have already said that, that is stolen, poet!
TANNHÄUSER
Allah himself beseeches thee, thou divine Allath!
PRINCESS
That, after all, poet, is not plagiarism.
TANNHÄUSER
You robbed me of my heart, you queen of thieves!
PRINCESS
Understand this at last, that I do not love you!
I don't love you, I don't love you, I don't love you!
TANNHÄUSER
Princess! Now is lamentation my duty?
In tragic manner I bleed before the rose,
Why is not a woman a flower thornless?
How lovely is the calyx! How prickly is the thorn!
There is no wrath so fierce as the wrath of a wild woman!
Poor Israel with Leah and with Rachel -
There the serpent's tail, and there the scorpion's sting!
I must have asked my God for a delicious fish,
Sole, plaice, butt on my lunch table,
Then my God gives me, I'm not afraid at all,
Then my God will certainly not give me a snake!
I once asked my God as a prayer pious and free,
O dear God, I beseech thee, give me this egg!
God will not give me the scorpion with its poison!
I once wrote a prayer with my nimble pen,
This white steamed bread, God, give me this hot bread!
Do you think my God offered me a pebble there?
What then shall I wail aloud, cry out, lament?
Shall I drive the thorn of the rose into my own heart?
Yes, that's what a poet does! The true nightingale
Pierces her own breast, so sweet is her sound,
That's what Cupid's nightingale can do,
The rose's sharp thorn makes nightingales bleed,
And so the laurel wreath is bestowed on poets,
So hail, serpent's tail, scorpion's sting, hail!
Yes, crucify me on the cross, I shall be damned!
Nay, ill humour makes me mock at women!
Take thee a buffoon for thy husband, and serve him as wife,
I am no troubadour, thou art no Provencal.
Thy body is built like Aphrodite's womb,
Of marble an idol is thy body, fair woman.
Does thy dull look ask me what more I lack?
In thy golem's body a beautiful soul is lacking.
Though a man too readily thinks, This maiden glorious blossoms
Like plum blossom fair, therefore fair is her mind.
But often the man is mistaken. What should all the charms
Of the body to a man with a meagre heart?
Not jewellery and make-up and a charming dress adorn the body,
It is love alone that makes a woman lovely!
But you are such a woman, who knows how to awaken love,
But to hide thine own heart in thy bosom,
That thou art adored, and loved, and forgotten,
That thy heart is stony and that thou art loveless!
SCENE III
(At the Princess's castle. Princess, Tannhäuser and two minstrels. Love‘s court, contest of singers).
PRINCESS
Sing, minstrels, sing to the mightiest of the shoots,
I give my wreath to love's fairest praise!
FIRST MINSTREL
The love I praise is Plato's ideal,
The love of the idea from the hall of ideas.
A man sees a woman, he raises his eyebrows
And smoothes his brow, bewildered he stands in amazement
And looks at the goddess in bright glory,
He looks at Venus herself, I mean, Urania!
Not the concrete woman who is earthly and mortal
And whose beauty is the ravages of time,
He truly loves not her, he loves only the idea.
Idea is not the woman? That is all his woe!
But a fool and an idiot shall not mock at that,
The Platonist wants to make the darling miserable,
Until she has become: Become what I see in you,
Become God's image and heavenly idea!
PRINCESS
You still have to expand the concept of the art of love,
For this Platonist will fail in love!
SECOND MINSTREL
I love not love, the passions' front,
Lady Charity is my cult and my religion.
The high courtly love shall redeem the minstrel
From his own ego, the worst of all evils!
Redeemer alone is she, the High Lady,
The goddess-lady in the high minstrel's vision.
He prays purely and piously to the eternally not seduced,
To chastity in person, to the high untouched one,
Who is as clear as ice, as chaste as ice crystal,
A pure angel's spirit, a breath is all her flesh.
He kneels before her throne, slavishly worshipping her.
She is not Eve to him, lascivious woman from Eden,
She is Madonna to him, is Our Lady,
Her dress is silk white, her mantle sky blue,
At her feet is the moon, around her shines God's sun,
As Our Lady the Muse and Madonna,
In an aura she stands the supreme deity,
In her the loving poet worships the Lord!
PRINCESS
Certainly, the lady will not forgive the lover,
The lady will mock the slave with sharp mockery!
TANNHÄUSER
Urania praises the drunken Platonist,
Madonna deeply worshipped by the lover and the Christian.
But I am a poet, the grandson of Homer,
I praise as my god the god of love, Eros!
Yes, Eros triumphs in my high song,
Priapus triumphs with his man-limb!
What Platonism and what religious love?
Blissful are the lusts of my senses!
I want, I want to return to the bosom of nature,
I seek happiness and pleasure, Epicurus teaches me,
Of the golden aeon's Elysian holy times
I taste again in the feast of sweet sensualities!
Idea and religion? I love the heat more!
Yes, Venus herself taught me her art of love!
Yes, Venus herself taught my man-limb to witness!
I speak mysteries, therefore I will be mystically silent.
PRINCESS
When did Venus teach you and where the work of love?
TANNHÄUSER
When I was sheltered in Venus' mountain!
PRINCESS
By David's great son, by Solomon and Nathan,
Go, serpent Lucifer, go, red dragon Satan!
Go, pilgrim on foot, rend thy foot,
Go, pilgrim barefoot and unshod to repentance,
Leave the vain world's theatre, world's stage,
And sacrifice thyself in penitential atonement,
That thou priapest no more in Venus' hill,
Go thou to Avignon, and beseech the Pope,
That he may forgive thee all trespasses of the flesh
And restore to thee a pure life of the heart
And give thee absolution from the Lord God
And give thee communion with the Lord God
And join the ranks of the consecrated children of God.
Tannhäuser, away from me, you wild, savage sinner!
Epicurean pig you are and hedonist!
Convert, poet, and become a true Christian!
God will carve another man from your block!
To the Pope in Avignon! Go! Must I scourge you first!
ACT III
SCENE I
(A poor peasant girl in her deathbed. The first minstrel sits on the bed and holds the hand of the
peasant girl. Next to them sits an unknown beauty)
PEASANT GIRL
I am dying now, my friend, I am afraid of death!
Say, will it be evening, say, will it be dawn?
MINSTREL
I know only one thing, I feel in my heart
Like needle pricks the sharpest pain.
PEASANT GIRL
Now I die alone and am in great distress,
Tell me of your pain, by my poor death!
MINstrel
Alas, the princess tortures me lovelessly almost to death!
Ah, if only death's cheerful messenger would come to me!
PEASANT GIRL
Hold out a little longer and endure your torment,
Mary stands by you in this valley of tears.
MINSTREL
I went to the priest full of remorse and penance,
Mary I greeted with reverent greeting.
PEASANT GIRL
Did the priest absolve you, though you were little chaste
And still so covetous in thy flesh?
MINSTREL
The priest, full of grace, gave me a consecrated image,
Where Sulamith stands naked in Eden's fair wilderness!
PEASANT GIRL
What does Sulamith look like in that picture?
Like the princess beautiful in front of her beautiful house?
MINSTREL
Yes, I saw the princess like this in the light of the sun
Like this Sulamith, the Paradise Madonna!
PEASANT GIRL
Hold out a little longer, my minstrel sweet,
Soon Mary will invite you to her paradise!
MINSTREL
Oh dear girl-friend mine, if your favour would stay with me!
I thank thee deeply for all thy love!
PEASANT GIRL
Now let us be silent, friend. My angel with me speaks.
I see Christ's body in a sweet light!
(They are silent.)
UNKNOWN BEAUTY
The dear girl-friend is asleep. Look how she smiles sweetly!
MINSTREL
How your eyelash fans beautifully over your eye!
How proudly your nose looks towards Damascus!
Are you the chosen bride of the Moorish king?
Where, but in the open eye, is the soul more naked?
The eagle's nose testifies to a splendid character.
In view of the oval, where have I seen that?
Never before have I seen such flawless skin!
The lips smile sweetly, charming smiles kissingly,
To kiss thy mouth, shall I say it? would be delightful!
How tall is the figure! O like a palm tree!
Thou art as slender as Venus dipped in foam!
Thy long white dress is like the light of the sun,
Almighty is thy charm, thou earthly maiden,
But thy girdle, O God in heaven's firmament,
Thy girdle of loveliness is Venus' magic belt!
UNKNOWN BEAUTY
What an honour, man, do you to me so kindly!
They say of thee, thou art otherwise hostile to all women,
Only the princess fair is deeply adored by thee,
But tender hope thou hast nourished in me now.
MINSTREL
Who art thou, fair lady? I heard a myth,
The god of gods Zeus created with Aphrodite
A woman, I mean, you are that woman, for you
Are Venus' daughter, thou rob'st my soul's rest!
UNKNOWN BEAUTY
Charming flatterer! If I were one of the coquettes,
I would lie down with thee in love's bed!
MINSTREL
But the dead, will she become werewolf, beast,
A revenant, a ghost, perhaps a vampire?
UNKNOWN BEAUTY
Ha, I am a vampire! Ha, my lips are good,
To suck all your life marrow from your bones!
But look, my dear friend, the girlfriend is awake.
PEASANT GIRL
My minstrel sweet, on this last night
Speak not of the vampire, praise not the beast!
Now go with God, my friend! In a moment the priest will come to me,
After my confession I hope for absolution,
That I may receive the Lord's body in communion!
Now go with God, my friend, you strong overcomer,
As a pious godfather you care for my children!
SCENE II
(The minstrel at a wayside cross which he decorates with buttercups. Tannhäuser is coming.)
MINSTREL
Tannhäuser, were you in Avignon with the Pope?
TANNHÄUSER
Tell me first, my friend, whether you priapst in dreams?
I see in every dream at all phases of the moon
Venus blowing the bone flute with her mouth!
MINSTREL
Have you confessed, friend? Did the Son of God
The grace flowed to thee, pardon of absolution?
TANNHÄUSER
Ah, Avignon is beautiful! There the bridges swing,
The girls dance beautifully to blissful delight,
How the hair flutters, how the skirt wriggles there!
In the garden they made the goat a gardener there!
The Pope of Avignon in his pious delusion
Is himself a poet and a great erotomaniac!
MINSTREL
Did you see the rows of cardinals there,
The priests there united, and didst thou see in that place
The dear boys too, the beautiful altar boys,
So beautifully decked out by their pious aunts?
TANNHÄUSER
The incense has mostly intoxicated me like narcotics!
I also listened to the chanting and the Latin.
I also heard the Pope in the Holy Saturday sermon.
MINSTREL
And did you rid yourself of your guilt of the flesh?
TANNHÄUSER
I knocked on the Pope's door and was already at his door,
He said, My son, I have no time for you today,
Come again tomorrow, son, and sigh your moist
Self-revelation, son, of carnal lusts confession.
MINSTREL
So you came back from the Pope in Avignon
And did not confess, you Venus' son of a bitch?
TANNHÄUSER
I was patient after all. The high priest
Will deliver me from the gloom of my soul.
I waited for a day and a week.
It was the white Sunday after Easter, when into the yoke
Of penance I surrendered, with the hot groaning
To reconcile myself mercifully with the dear God!
MINSTREL
So you went to confession to the Pope?
TANNHÄUSER
Tell me, my dear friend, if you priapst in your dreams!
Then tell me, my friend, must one then also dream
The wet temptations in the Mother Church?
MINSTREL
When she thrusts her breath into the bone flute,
When Venus with her mouth blows the flute of jubilation?
TANNHÄUSER
I said to the Pope, how Venus flutes divinely!
The old man in the white hair, I think he blushed.
MINSTREL
Did the Pontifex give his absolution?
TANNHÄUSER
He called idolatry the cult of the goddess of sex!
To absolve me from the pagan goddess Venus
He had authority not from Jesus of Nazareth.
When God performs a miracle, the Pope's staff blossoms,
Only then can he pardon that I am again the member
Of Christ's body. I who have sinned
Must wait until the tip of his staff sprouts!
MINSTREL
By Aphrodite's and Bacchus' son Priap!
Did the blossoming blossom of the Holy Father's staff sprout?
TANNHÄUSER
As often as the swan swung in great church bells,
The pontiff's staff remained dry without sap!
MINSTREL
Perhaps a miracle of God will happen soon after all!
TANNHÄUSER
But I want to go back to Venus' dense forest,
To nature's bosom, to Venus' moist grotto,
That I may live the life of a young god!
MINSTREL
My friend, I include you in my prayer for the night,
That God's grace may yet make a miracle for thee.
TANNHÄSUER
When Jesus shows mercy with heartfelt compassion,
Then I'll be blissfully in Aphrodite's arms!
And the Son of God absolves me of all sins,
Then I will lie drunk in Aphrodite's womb!
(Tannhäuser wanders on. The minstrel kneels before the crucifix by the wayside).
SCENE III
(Mount of Venus. The damp Venus Grotto hidden under dense bushes. Tannhäuser stands in front of
the mount of Venus, in his right hand the pilgrim's staff, at its tip a shell. Above the mount of Venus
appears the heavenly Venus. She wears a long sea-foam white silk dress and a sea-blue cloak over
it. Her long golden curls veil her figure).
TANNHÄUSER
O Goddess Venus, I come from the German Empire,
The German empire is today, ah, quite like a corpse!
The Grim Reaper walks around, the bony skeleton,
He lures Germany, the woman, to her deathbed!
I was in Austria, I also saw the Emperor,
Who already lost the throne, he now prays as a sage.
I was at Lake Zurich, where Grandmama Nature
Scatters inventions on spring‘s soft grass,
Where friends bathe naked, where the naked gladly bathe
And then sing odes in the ancient rhythms.
Yes, nature is beautiful, the mother, in Switzerland!
Freedom I saw there in its beauty charm!
I was in the north of French Brittany,
I also took part in the war, the war in Champagne.
I drank champagne there and large quantities of sparkling wine.
I also said a prayer at midday, the sext.
I also drank grape juice in front of Our Lady's Dome,
Saw the gypsy woman with her bridegroom.
How beautiful is the city of Lutetia-Paris,
The city of love's desire, lust's paradise!
I saw the ark there, titans and giants,
I saw the ivy tower and stone satellites,
Saw a beautiful woman, a black net her stocking,
I saw the arch too, celebrating triumph,
Champs-Elyssée I saw, the fields of Elysium,
Where shadows walk in garden paradises.
Jardin du Luxembourg! I saw the female panther,
Caged in a cage, her cat's body black as velvet!
Flamingos I saw there on the water's clear waves
And beautiful and slender the leaping gazelles.
The heliotrope, the phlox I saw blooming in the garden,
Sycamore trees I saw wide, the crown of life green.
I looked up to the sky in Paris:
Alas, the Parisian died at the Hotel de Dieu!
I saw Lavinia, Aeneas Pius, Turnus,
I saw the wedding ring of the divine Saturnus,
The lyre and the swan, the eagle too. And ah,
I drank the red blood of Bacchus of Bordeaux!
(The heavenly Venus beams all over her face. She smiles her most enchanting smile and spreads out
her arms in a warm welcome).
VENUS
O my beloved you! A hearty welcome!
At last you have come back to me!
My heart is open to you like a red rose,
I give you my body like sweet white bread!
I delight in you, beloved of your goddess,
I delight in you, for I am your wife!
I delight in you, I delight in you!
Look! Venus reveals her bare breast to you!
(Venus opens her white dress and shows Tannhäuser her immaculate virgin mother's breast. The
breast is without a birthmark and of perfect form and youthful firmness, at the same time of
maternal fullness).
TANNHÄUSER
Words fail me, the poet must fall silent!
What is logic to me, the theologians' humming?
I can only sing love's high song!
O Venus, more beautiful art thou than Sulamith!
Lady beauty thou art, so true as lives Jesus,
The beauty of God you, you goddess of beauty Venus!
VENUS
Tannhäuser, now receive from your dear wife
The name of honour that I trust to you out of kindness,
Tannhäuser henceforth is called, by the ring of Solomon,
Venus' husband, you are now called Adonis!
TANNHÄUSER
I am not worthy, O Venus, of such a favour!
Tannhäuser I am but a poet in the cult of love.
VENUS
No false shyness! He who may love Venus,
He may call himself Adonis with full rights.
I, your Venus, accept you as my Adonis!
Adonis, paramour and lover, you my husband!
I am thy bride, chaste and coquette,
I am thy concubine in the sultry bed of lust!
TANNHÄUSER
O dearest wife, you are so gracious, mild and sweet!
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, o mon amour Vénus!
PART V
APHRODITE IN HOMER
APHRODITE BY SAPPHO
LOVE IN EMPEDOCLES
Is to be said of Aristotle,
That this philosopher was also a pedagogue,
The educator of Alexander
The Great (when he was still the Little One).
And Aristotle was truly wise,
But when the hetaera Phryne came,
Aristotle crawled on all fours
And Phryne rode on the sage's back.
PART VI
So Tannhäuser's hope
Was Elisabeth, the rose,
Her judgement was decisive,
She was holy and merciful.
TANNHÄUSER SINGS:
PART VII
HYMN I
II
III
IV
VI
VII
VIII
IX
HYMN II
II
III
IV
VI
VII
VIII
IX
XI
XII
XIII
CHAPTER I
FIGURIS VENERIS
An altar. On the altar stands the naked boy Cupid, white wings on his shoulders, short blond curls, a
burning torch in his right hand. With his left arm he embraces his mother Venus. Venus is
completely naked and sits with her bottom on the altar, looking up at Cupid and approaching him to
kiss him. She has long reddish-blonde curls and a blue ribbon in her hair. She is perhaps nineteen
years old. Her mouth is kissable and rosy red. Her breasts are large but not ample. Her pubic
triangle forms the centre of the whole scene. Down in front of the altar, like an icon, is a picture.
Two naked women are in the picture. The left one stands upright and raises her arms to her head, a
silk robe rustles down her lower legs, it resembles white sea foam. The woman has long red-blond
curls. The other woman on the right is completely naked, has long black hair and kneels in front of
the first woman, kissing her belly under her breasts. The kneeling woman's black hair is also
between her thighs. In the background of the two women is a bed with a bright red bed canopy
above it. To the right and left of the altar are two nude figures. Seen from the viewer to the right of
the altar is a kneeling satyr with hairy legs of a goat, naked man's upper body and full bearded
man's head with dark blond short curls and a pair of horns of a goat. In his left hand he holds a pan
flute and with his right hand he raises a bunch of grapes towards the womb of Venus. On the left
side of the altar a mermaid, a nymph with a long green fish tail, small firm girl's breasts, free-
fluttering golden blond curls. In her right hand she holds a large shell in the shape of a vulva, with
her left hand she gives Venus a colourful wreath of flowers. Her eyes look rapturously at the Cupid-
boy.
II
A bedroom, dark walls, with the white bedspread on the bed standing out. Above the bed is a pink
canopy. A young woman stands on the long side of the bed, her upper body resting on the bed. She
wears blond straight hair and a light blue headband. Her wise tender eyes are turned towards the
viewer. Her round bottom offers itself to the naked man standing upright behind her bottom. He is a
young man of perhaps twenty-four, about a year older than the naked beloved. He has no hair on his
chest. His main hair short, dark curls with a white headband. His pubic hair is dark and curly. His
testicles powerful, his penis is horizontal, quite straight, white, the glans is bright red and touches
his beloved's anus. Behind the man, on a pedestal, stands a small golden statue of Cupid. Cupid
leans on his bow, has the quiver at his right hip, wings at his shoulders, he thoughtfully puts the
index finger of his right hand to his mouth.
III
A bedroom. Background a dark brown wall. On the left, red curtains hang from the ceiling to the
floor. The bed fills the whole room. Behind the foot of the bed a column rises, on it a figure
representing the raised phallus with testicles. At the head end, leaning against the golden lattice, is a
light blue cushion with red meanderings on the edge. On the white sheet a pair of lovers embracing.
The lovers are about twenty-four years. The woman lies down, the man lies on top of the woman.
She lets her left arm fall down, she has raised her legs and embraces the man's hips with them. The
man kneels in front of the woman, he stretches his upper body over the woman's torso without
weighing her down and embraces her hips with his arms, supporting himself at the same time. His
pelvis is right in front of her pelvis and his phallus is inside her vulva, though not fully sunk. The
woman has her eyes closed and looks as if in blissful enjoyment. The man looks full of love, full of
admiration at the pretty face of his beloved.
IV
Dark bedroom. A wide bed, at the head end a wide light green pillow, then a white sheet. To the left
of the bed, a red curtain hangs from the ceiling and falls on a plain wooden chair that seems to tip
over. At the foot of the bed on the floor is a wide bowl, a basin, on one foot, and a jug in the shape
of a vase. On the bed lies a young woman, naked, short brown hair, her right arm stretched upwards
above her head. At the foot of the bed is a young man, naked, dark short hair with a red and white
headband, a hint of beard shadow on his cheeks. He wears red sandals on his feet. The woman
wears blue sandals. The woman spreads her legs. She lifts her right leg up to the man's left shoulder,
the man clasps her knee with his left hand. The woman's left leg is also spread, but lying
horizontally on the man's right hand. As the woman's legs are spread, her sex is exposed to the
viewer's eyes. There are the dark curls of pubic hair and the bright red labia. The woman's vagina is
penetrated by the man's phallus. The man appears in athletic strength, the woman in laughing
rapture.
Bedroom. The long and wide bed fills the whole room. At the head end, a red curtain falls from the
ceiling. At the foot end, next to the bed, is a sculpture representing a tree without leaves, the branch
with a pine cone on it suggesting a penis and a second wider trunk below with its tree cavity
suggesting the vulva. Behind the bed is a wide large bronze basin on four legs. Above the bed an oil
lamp hovers from the ceiling. On the bed a white sheet. At the head end a red and gold velvet
pillow. At the foot end lies a fine pink bedspread. Stretched out on the bed is a naked man, perhaps
thirty years old, with short dark hair, straight, and a short-cropped dark full beard. His head is
resting on the pillow. He is completely calm and relaxed. Above him kneels a naked woman, short
blond hair with a light blue headband. Her breasts are small and firm. She is leaning on the bed with
her right hand and touching the man's right shoulder with her left. Her pelvis is a short distance
above his pelvis. You can clearly see how the strong phallus rises upright from his dark curly pubic
hair and how the vulva in the midst of her dark curly pubic hair pushes itself onto his phallus. It
seems as if the woman alone is moving and riding the man by raising and lowering her pelvis and
thus arousing lust.
VI
A parlour. On the left is a marble pedestal with a picture of the little naked Cupid boy. To the left
and right of Cupid two peacocks, male and female. Cupid raises his arms and wears a wreath of
flowers on his hands. On the base is a flower bowl with an arrangement of bright red and yellow-
white flowers. Behind the plinth is a dark brown curtain. On the wall is a wooden shelf, on it
various vases and goblets, both of the slender elongated form of the male and the round bulbous
form of the female. On the right edge a stove smokes. In front of the stove is a golden resting bench
with a purple velvet cushion and a long and wide white sheet over it. A young naked woman is lying
on the bench as if poured into it, her left arm resting on the purple velvet cushion and her right arm
on her head. Her hair is dark blond, almost brunette. On her upper arms and wrists she wears clasps
of copper. On her feet she wears red sandals. Her left leg is on the ground and her right leg is on the
left shoulder of the man, who is kneeling on the ground in front of the woman's lap, his left knee on
the ground, his right knee bent. He is wearing blue canvas shoes, otherwise he is naked. His brown
hair is short and straight. He wears a red headband. The beardless man and the naked woman are
perhaps nineteen years. She offers him all of her hairy pubis and he tenderly caresses her inner and
outer labia and clitoris with a patient and wet tongue. This is called cunnilingus, because cunnus
means vagina and lingua means licking with the tongue. The woman enjoys it in supreme blissful
delight and rapture in a heavenly peace. The man is very concentrated and attentive to give the
woman the sweetest pleasure.
VII
A spacious balcony or terrace. In the background a lake and a white city with a marble-white Greek
temple. An imposing basin stands in front of the balcony parapet. A column of marble separates the
view of the city from the brown wall with a green curtain that creates an interior space. An armchair
stands there, purple draperies casually thrown over it. A young naked man sits on a plain wooden
chair. His dark blond hair is short, he wears a red headband. He opens his strong legs slightly. His
phallus and testicles peek out from his hairy pubic region. His young beloved sits in front of him.
She is completely naked and sits on a lambskin rug with a shapely bottom and her legs drawn up.
She supports herself with her left arm. Her right hand tenderly holds the man's erected penis. Her
brunette hair is pinned up in a knot. With her soft moist lips and warm wet tongue she encloses the
man's phallus. With her tongue she plays around the glans and with her mouth she sucks on the
penis. The man is lost in supreme bliss and heavenly peace.
VIII
A public hall. In the background are open gateways. Next to a column are two naked women in the
postures known from ancient statues of Venus. One shows the whole naked front view of the divine
woman, the other the whole naked back view. In the foreground are three wide steps. On the steps,
comfortably reclined, is a group of five naked people. A naked man, perhaps forty years old, with
short dark blond hair and a short beard, sits in the middle. He spreads his legs. His penis is sticking
up. Between his thighs sits a young girl, perhaps sixteen years. She has long straight black hair that
falls to her shoulders. She spreads her young slender legs wide so that the young folds of her vagina
are clearly visible. She places her right hand tenderly on the man's left thigh. She has put her small
mouth completely over the man's phallus in order to suck and give the man the greatest pleasure.
She has closed her eyes, he is watching her very attentively. Behind him sits a young woman of
perhaps eighteen, black hair parted in the middle, she raises her eyes upwards laughing happily, for
the man lets his left arm rest on her naked upper body and touches the young girl's clitoris with the
little finger of his hand. In front of the man, one step down, sits a young girl. Her head is near the
man's penis, as if waiting to relieve the fellatio-driving girl. Laughing and happy, she turns her face
towards the viewer, but also her wide taut bottom. Between the sixteen-year-old girl blowing the
man's flute and the young girl offering us her plump bottom, the fourth girl lies on the stone step,
with her back on the stone. Her head, however, is between the thighs of the girl with the wide
bottom, just below her pelvis. With a small bright red tongue she licks the vagina of the girl with the
wide pelvis. Fellatio and cunnilingus make everyone happy, they laugh with shining eyes.
IX
A young naked man sits upright on a white bed. Next to him is a harp. In front of him is a large
vase. He looks up at a life-size erotic mural. In the blue sky of the south white clouds float, on the
clouds naked beautiful women and men. A woman lies across the man's feet, showing her perfect
back and bottom, her hand raised to the man's knee as he sits on a higher cloud. Over his naked
man-limb a second naked woman bends in voluptuous fullness and puts her wet mouth on the man's
phallus, and licking with her tongue and sucking with her mouth she gives him sweet pleasure. Next
to the man, who sits relaxed in pleasure, a naked man lies on the cloud, his phallus rising vertically.
A naked woman swings her pelvis over the man's pelvis and is about to put her warm moist vulva
on his hot stiff phallus. A fourth naked woman sits next to her, waiting for her turn. The young man
looking at the erotic mural calmly takes his man-limb in his right hand and arouses himself. In his
imagination he takes part in the copulation. He makes love to his dream woman during solitary
masturbation.
The poetress Sappho can be seen here. The scene is on a beach. Rocks rise above the sand. In the
blue sea, mermaids with naked torsos and fish tails are making love. One mermaid tilts her mouth
towards the other mermaid's vagina. A sea god and a nymph are in an intimate love embrace. On the
other side of the sea, a white ancient temple of the lesbian goddess Aphrodite can be seen. But
leaning against the rocks of the beach is the naked Sappho. In her right hand she holds her seven-
stringed lyre, entwined with red roses. She spreads her arms wide and spreads her slender white legs
wide. Her face is radiant with the peace of the most serene happiness, for between her thighs sits her
girlfriend, a young beautiful girl of perhaps nineteen, of perfect beauty, touching with her rosy lips
the black frizzy pubic hair of the holy Sappho.
XI
A bedroom. On the brown wall in the background is the representation of the great goddess,
standing on a chariot, drawn by two mythical creatures. Next to the picture on the left is the
entrance to the bedroom, veiled by a green curtain. The curtain is parted by a young naked
gentleman, beautiful like Adonis, everything about him powerful, including his penis. On the bed in
the bedroom lie the two sisters Ohola and Oholiba. Ohola lies downstairs completely naked,
stretched out, smiling, happy. Her long dark hair falls over the green velvet pillow on the purple
wild silk bedspread. Oholiba, also completely naked, with short brunette hair and a white headband,
sits with her lap on her sister's lap. Something is missing between them. Oholiba bends her upper
body onto the upper body of the sister Ohola and clasps the sister's full white breasts with her right
hand. The young naked lord who is coming will give his two brides strong pleasure and they will
make every effort to satisfy their lord.
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The dark bedroom is completely filled by the bed. In front lies a chair that has fallen over. In the
background is a pillar on which stands a bowl of smoking incense. A red bed canopy is raised. A
naked sister is leaning against the column with the bowl of incense. Her hair is black and pinned up,
held together by a light blue ribbon. Her breasts are not too big, not too small, but firm. Her dark
pubic triangle is hairy, but not voluptuous. Over her arms falls the faintest suggestion of a garment,
namely a transparent gauze veil, but it hides nothing of her delicious nakedness. She watches
attentively the lovers on the bed. The young gentleman, the well-built Adonis, is stretched out on a
white sheet, his head with the short dark blond hair and the red headband resting on a red and a
green velvet pillow. The other naked sister is kneeling on his lap, but in such a way that she turns
her magnificent bottom towards him. With his left hand he touches her left buttock. But she squats
with her vulva on his phallus and slides calmly up and down. She supports herself with her arms on
the bed. The young gentleman and the lustful sister have closed their eyes and are enjoying the
friction of the phallus inside the vulva in blissful peace, in relaxed tension.
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This seems to be a harem according to the prophet's vision from heaven. In the foreground on the
left lies a naked virgin huri, her breasts firm and pointed, her body slender, absorbed in dream as if
from a hashish intoxication, leaning against a velvet cushion. Beside her outstretched white slender
legs, a young slender huri lies as if poured out on the marble floor, her golden tide of hair flowing in
curls to the floor. Her eyes are closed, her countenance glistening in the pleasure of blissful peace.
Her breasts are round and firm. Her right hand is tenderly at the navel of her belly, which is flat and
firm. Her slender long legs are spread and bent. The dark curly pubic hair of the huri receives the
head of a worshipper who, deeply immersed in the huri's womb, licks the huri's moist cunnus with
his tongue. The same lovemaking is enjoyed by another naked virgin huri who sits on a block of
marble and bends her upper body far back, enjoying what is happening to her womb, to which she
puts the fingers of her right hand, with closed eyes and a blissful glow of rapture on her face. While
she fiddles with her clitoris with her fingertips, a young believer, beautiful like a seventeen-year-old
Jussuf, sits in front of her, spreading his legs, his penis staring out with its glowing red glans. But he
sticks out his tongue to lick the outer and inner labia of the huri. In the middle of the harem of the
huris is a marble divan on which a worshipper and a voluptuous huri are copulating. The naked huri
lies on her right side and turns her heavenly bottom towards the hero of faith. He kneels in front of
the huri's magnificent bottom and thrusts from behind and below with his never-wearied boner into
the huri's eternally tightly built vagina. An image of a god stands in the huri harem, perhaps
representing the lone monotheistic god Amon of the Egyptians, who created the world while
masturbating. The god of stone is a strong mature man standing erect, horizontally his phallus
protrudes from him. A beautiful naked huri girl swings her pelvis at the stone phallus of the god and
rides the phallus, satisfying herself on the monotheistic god of solitary masturbation. In the
background a celestial huri can be seen bending over so far that the apple of her adorable bottom
alone appears. The strong man of god and well-built witness of faith stands behind the very bottom
of the huri and penetrates from behind the moist warm vulva of the huri with the beautiful bottom.
XIV
We are back in the bedroom of the young naked Lord Adonis with the two naked sisters Ohola and
Oholiba. It could also be the naked King Solomon with the two demonesses Lilith and Karina. A
wide bed of love fills the room. Comfortably leaning against a white pillow lies the one sister with
the short dark blond hair. Next to the bed stands young Lord Adonis, kneeling with his right knee on
the sheet. He looks at his fingernails to see if they are clean. Gods can still create worlds from the
dirt under their fingernails. His mentula is erect and stares upwards, his glowing red glans is well
supplied with blood. The naked sister on the bed tenderly and lovingly embraces the man's phallus
with the fingers of her right hand and begins to caress it with all her patience. The other naked sister
with the black tied-up hair and the perfectly chiselled body stands behind Lord Adonis and admires,
as women like to do, the man's bottom, which is round and firm. With her right hand she holds a rod
made of birch twigs and seems to feel like slapping her brother's bottom.
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A portico. In the background a marble column on which is a statue representing either Venus or the
archaic Magna Mater. A beardless beautiful youth is together with three divine virgins. The largest
of the three divine virgins is sitting in a chair completely relaxed and stretching out her legs, her
thighs slightly apart. The second divine virgin kneels in front of the first divine virgin, supporting
herself with arms and knees, her head against the vulva of the enthroned virgin, licking the virgin's
cunnus with her tongue. Below this kneeling and licking virgin, the third divine virgin lies stretched
out devotedly on the marble floor on a snow-white sheet. With arms raised, she embraces the
second divine virgin, her luminous moon-white eyes raised to the lap of the enthroned virgin, for
her sex is directly over the face of the third divine virgin. The gifted favourite of the three divine
virgins kneels between the legs of the two reclining virgins and penetrates the tight vulva of the
second divine virgin from behind with all tender care.
CHAPTER II
A young naked god stands erected, raising both arms above his head. His upper body can be seen
from the side, but his face is turned towards the viewer. In front of him, a naked goddess sits on the
ground. With her arms she embraces the pelvis of the god. She presses her ball-shaped breasts
against his knees. With her mouth she embraces the phallus of the god. The god and the goddess
unite in what the Kama Sutra calls the mouth union.
II
The mighty god sits on his stone throne. His face is masculine, bearded, wrinkles on his forehead.
Around his neck he wears a string of pearls, the rosary. He spreads his legs. On his lap sits his
beloved, the goddess. Her pelvis is wide. His phallus enters her vulva steeply from below. He
embraces her splayed thighs with his powerful hands, she embraces his upper body with her arms.
They look at each other face to face. Their eyes laugh with happiness and their lips approach for a
kiss. The goddess wears a large earring in the shape of a spiral on her ear.
III
The god stands upright. His eyes are large almond eyes, his mouth smiling. In front of him is the
goddess, standing, bending forward so far that her hands touch the ground. On her wrists she wears
many clasps. The god lovingly places his hands on the goddess' bottom. His horizontal phallus
penetrates the goddess' anus from behind. She turns her face upwards and looks contentedly at the
god's phallus.
IV
The god with a male beard on the ground. To his right and left lie two celestial women pressing
their breasts against him. Above the god squats the goddess. She has long hair, braided curls. Her
body is lustfully shaped by feminine curves. With her left hand she touches the youthfully beautiful
breast of the one beautiful girl in the sky. Her broad pelvis with its taut bottom is directly above the
pelvis of the god. His phallus standing up vertically, the goddess thrusts her vulva onto the god's
hard phallus and slides slippery up and down. Her face is attentive but relaxed to the copulation of
phallus and vulva.
The young goddess is in the foreground. Her body is perfect. Her breasts are large and round, but
firm. Around her neck she wears small chains. Chains hang between her breasts. Her hips are
narrow, her pelvis wide. Around her pelvis she wears an imposing belt, between her thighs the belt
falls down. Her left arm is raised, her left hand intertwines with the right hand of the right arm
above her head. Behind her stands the young god, his round arm wrapped around her hip and his
index finger touching her pubis. His left arm embraces her upper body and feels the taut perfect
breasts. They turn their faces to each other but do not look into each other's eyes, their lips are close
and have great desire to kiss.
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The goddess stands upright, her right leg straight on the ground, her left leg slightly splayed so that
her pubic is exposed. Her breasts are enormous and firm. Around her neck she wears strings of
pearls, on her ears large circular earrings. Her right hand is raised in blessing. The god kneels before
the adorable goddess. The god wears strings of pearls around his ankles, wrists, neck and hips. With
his mouth he kisses the goddess' pubis, with his tongue he licks the labia and the clitoris of the
goddess. He has his eyes closed, she looks down at him attentively from above to see if he is doing
well.
VII
A scene of male and female celestials. On the left the celestial seems to want to leave, his erect
penis stares obliquely upwards. His right arm is raised above his head. To his right is a celestial
standing on both feet, but bending her upper body forward so that she can take the celestial's phallus
into her mouth and give him pleasure by sucking and licking it. But as she leans forward like this,
she offers her taut round buttocks to another celestial standing to her right. The latter stands upright,
clasps the belly of the bending celestial with his hands and penetrates the celestial from behind with
his phallus from diagonally above. Next to this celestial stands another male celestial on the right,
back to back with the other. He raises his arms in the air. In front of him a female celestial is
standing on her head, her feet sticking up. But he penetrates the vulva directly opposite him with his
strong horizontal phallus. Next to this upside-down celestial is another female celestial standing
upright, raising her arms aloft, her womb like the chalice of a lotus flower, waiting for the divine
jewel of an approaching god.
VIII
The strong god stands upright, both legs firmly on the ground. With all his might and strength he
carries the beloved goddess in such a way that he embraces her with his arms at the thighs, while
she puts her lower legs and feet over his shoulders and hangs down with her body, head down, in
front of the god's body. Thus the goddess offers her vulva openly to the god, who bends his head
towards her with the intention of licking her clitoris and labia with his tongue. But the head of the
goddess, hanging downwards, turns towards the phallus of the god. With her right hand she plays
with the god's twin testicles and approaches the god's phallus with her mouth. So while he licks the
cunnus of the goddess with his tongue, the goddess sucks the divine phallus of the god with her
mouth, and both are very satisfied.
PART IX
ANTIC TEXTS
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III
IV
Behold this beautiful image!
A master hand has painted the seas
Blue on white canvas.
What a rapturous genius
Who painted this white
Venus on the blue sea,
The goddess of all gods!
Naked he shows her to the eyes,
Only what is too intimate in her,
The white wave veils.
Like the swaying lotus flower
She floats on the blue sea,
Leaning against the high waves
She floats through the surge of the spray.
Above her taut breasts,
Beneath her slender neck,
A high wave divides.
In the middle of the Mediterranean
Venus shines like a lily among violets.
On the silver tides,
On swimming dolphins
Teasing erotica, cunning
Smiling at the folly of men.
A flock of curved fishes
Roll over in the floods,
Jesting around the goddess's body,
Who smilingly swims in the sea.
Now a herald came and brought with him the sounding harp
For the singer Demodokos. He stepped proudly into the midst
And the flowering boys around him, the glorious dancers,
And with floating feet the blooming boys floated away.
And Ulysses saw the dancing feet in admiration.
The harp rustled sweetly, then the singer sang the hymn,
The master sang the love of Mars and the divine Venus,
How they both, in Vulcans' glorious dwelling,
Secretly united! Much love the god gave to his goddess
And stained the marriage bed of the fire lord.
But Sol, the sun god, brought the message to Vulcan,
Who saw the god and goddess mating in secret.
When Vulcan heard the sungod's grievous words,
He hastened to the forge and plotted his spiteful revenge,
Set up the anvil and forged golden chains,
To bind forever the adulterous gods.
Now that he had finished his wicked work in anger,
He went into the bedroom where the marriage bed shone,
Around the posts of the bed he tightened the golden fetters,
Some he let hang high from the vault of the room
Delicate as spider webs that not even gods behold,
All too delicately woven were the golden fetters.
Mars did not pass away, the muscular hero in the wars,
When he heard the blacksmith Vulcan was going away.
Mars rushed impetuously to the dwelling of the fire lord,
Entranced by his desire for the divine Venus.
Venus had just returned from the almighty Father in Heaven
And was sitting in her comfortable armchair.
Mars entered the flat and kissed the hand of his goddess.
And he spoke in an amorous voice to the beloved,
Come, beloved, to bed! We want to make love!
Vulcan is not at home, he is with the barbarians.
This spake Mars, and to Venus the speech was welcome.
And they mounted the bed and lay side by side.
Then the two clasped the golden bonds of Vulcan
And they could no longer move their limbs.
Only now did they realise that they could no longer escape.
And there stepped to them the limping fire lord,
Stood in the house with a soul full of despair,
Silent he stood in the hall, and full of jealousy he cried,
Father Jupiter and ye other immortal gods,
Come and see the fornication, see the adultery, only see,
How me limping fellow the daughter of God has reviled
And embraced the god of war just because he is beautiful,
Shapely of body, but I am a cripple!
Woe is me! Would that my parents had never begotten me!
Look how these two in my own bed
Lying lasciviously in languishing lust and making love!
Ah, my heart bursts to pieces at this sight!
But in the future they will no longer lie together like this,
However forlorn they may be, they shall not covet again,
To lie together like this in my own bed!
For I hold them tightly in my golden bonds,
Till my Father in heaven give me back all the gifts
Which I gave as a bridegroom for his divine whore!
Venus is beautiful, even lovely, but full of sin in her heart!
Thus spake Vulcan. Then the gods hastened to the dwelling,
Neptune came, the blue-locked one, Mercury too,
Who guides the dead, Apollo the archer came,
But the chaste goddesses remained in their chambers.
In the hall of the flat stood the givers of good,
The gods stood and laughed their Olympian laughter!
And one god spoke to another god:
Evil bears no fruit! The slow catches the swift,
Thus Vulcan, the lame, caught Mars, the swift,
By art alone. Now Mars, who broke the marriage, atones for it.
These things said the celestial gods among themselves.
But the distant god Apollo to Mercury said,
O Mercury, son of Maja, attendant of the dead,
Wouldst thou like to be bound in this way
And to attend in bed the holy Venus?
Mercury, the guide of the dead, replied to him,
Ah, that would be too good, far-fetched archer Apollo,
If I were bound with three times as many golden shackles
And the gods would see me and the goddesses likewise,
Behold, I would love to sleep with the lovely Venus!
Mercury said this, and the Olympian gods laughed aloud.
And Vulcan loosed from the bed the golden bonds,
And the god and goddess, unchained,
Leapt powerfully from the bed. The god of war escaped.
Venus went to Cyprus, the girlfriend of the most charming smile,
Entered the sacred grove of Paphos, stepped to the altar,
Where the priestesses offer incense to Venus,
Where the graces washed the naked Venus in the bath.
And they anointed her with ambrosial perfumed anointing oil
And they clothed her with the most beautiful transparent dress!
This was the hymn of the famous Demodokos. Heartily
Ulysses rejoiced in the sacred hymn.
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VII
Adonis was the son of Smyrna. The latter did not honour the divine Venus, so the punishment of the
goddess fell upon Smyrna, so that she slept with her own father for twelve nights without the father
knowing with whom he slept. But when he discovered it on the thirteenth night, he pursued his
daughter and wanted to kill her. Smyrna asked the gods to save her. Then the gods transformed
Smyrna into the myrrh tree. Nine moons later the myrrh split and Adonis saw the light of day. Venus
saw the child, and because it was so radiantly beautiful, the goddess hid the child in a rush basket,
stuck together with pitch, and gave it to Core. But when Core discovered little Adonis, who was so
beautiful, she wanted him all to herself. The two goddesses Venus and Core fought over Adonis,
which one could have him. Then Jupiter, the father of gods and men, decided that Adonis should
live a third of his life alone, a third of his life together with Core, and a third of his life with Venus.
But Adonis renounced solitude and added his own time to Venus' time.
VIII
PART X
PRAISE OF ISHTAR
INVOCATION OF ISHTAR
O heroic Ishtar,
Immaculate,
One of the goddesses,
Torch of heaven and earth,
Radiance of the continents,
The goddess,
Queen of heaven,
Firstborn of the god Sin,
First born of Ningal,
Twin sister
Of the hero Shamash;
O Ishtar, you are Anu,
You rule the heavens;
With Enlil as your counsellor
Thou counsellest mankind;
The Word, the Creator
Of liturgies and rituals.
Where communion takes place,
Thou art attention,
You change the destinies
And a bad company becomes good;
I have sought thee among the gods;
Supplications are offered thee;
I have sought thee among the goddesses,
With the intention
To beseech thee,
Before you stands a protecting genius,
Behind thee stands a spirit,
On the right side
Is justice,
On the left side
Is goodness,
Firm on the head
Are audience, pleasure, peace,
Thy sides are
Embraced by life and well-being;
How good it is
To pray to thee,
How blessed,
To hear from thee!
Thy gaze is audience,
Thy utterance is light.
Have pity on me, O Ishtar!
Order me
A prosperous harvest!
Gaze upon me
In affirmation!
Accept my litany!
I have borne thy yoke!
Give me rest of soul!
I have sought thy brightness,
Now my face can be bright.
I have turned to thy dominion;
Now there can be life
And well-being for me.
May I have a favourable genius;
May I have a spirit
That ever follows thee.
May I reap
The prosperity
At thy right hand,
May I attain the favour
Of thy left hand.
Lengthen my days,
Give me long life,
Let me live,
Let me be good,
Let me proclaim your divinity.
Let me attain
What I desire.
HYMN TO INANNA
My father
Gave me heaven,
Gave me earth,
I am Inanna!
The kingship he gave me,
The kingship he gave me
In battle,
Which he gave me,
The attack he gave me,
The storm rain he gave me,
The hurricane he gave me!
The heavens he has set
Like a crown
On my head,
The earth he has placed
As sandals
On my feet,
A sacred robe he has wrapped
Around my body,
A sacred sceptre he placed
In my hand.
The gods are sparrows -
I am a hawk;
The Anunnaki flutter along -
I am a glorious
Wild cow;
I am for the father Enlil
The glorious wild cow,
His glorious wild cow
On the way!
PRAYER TO ISHTAR
HYMN TO APHRODITE
Daughter of Zeus,
Immortal Aphrodite,
Queen of the embroidered throne,
Suffering I beseech thee,
Weaver of the threads of fate,
Do not weigh down my heart with fear,
O goddess, hear me!
Now come hither,
As you once came,
Hear my voice in the distance
And refuse not to hear;
Thou didst come in a golden chariot,
So quickly
From thy father's dwelling.
Fair, thy swift sparrows
Have drawn thee hither,
Round the dark earth
From heaven's height descending,
Whirling with wings
To the depths
Of the middle of the ether,
Fluttering they came.
And you, once blessed,
With lips immortally smiling,
Did ask -
Why weepest thou?
What has broken in?
Whom does thy heart love
And what beauty?
Who wrongfully spurns thee,
Who spurns thy gifts;
She shall soon follow thee;
If she love thee not,
Is not willing to love,
Soon she shall love thee. -
Ah, come,
Deliver me from this plague,
Fulfil my longing;
Help, I beseech thee,
Daughter of Zeus,
Immortal Aphrodite,
Queen of the embroidered throne,
Suffering I beseech thee,
Weaver of threads of destiny,
Do not weigh down my heart with fear,
O goddess, hear me!
PART XI
HYMN I
But there are three hearts that the goddess cannot bend,
Nor ensnare. First is the daughter of Cronion,
Who holds the Aegis shield, with radiant eyes Athena,
She has no delight in works of golden Cypris,
But delicious to her are the wars, the work of Ares,
Strife and battle, and works of glorious craft.
This first taught the earthly craftsmen, chariots
And to make harnesses of war different from bronze,
And she taught the beautiful young girls of the house
And gave knowledge of splendid arts in every sense.
Even the laughter-loving Aphrodite has never
Artemis seen mortally in love, the slayer-virgin
With the golden arrows. She loves the shooting of the bow
And the killing of wild beasts on high mountains
And the lyre too, and the dance and the thrilling cries
And the shady woods and cities and upright people.
Also the pure virgin Hestia always eludes
Of sensual love, Aphrodite's mighty work.
She was the first-born child of the cunning Cronos
And the youngest by the will of Zeus in heaven,
Who holds the Aegis shield, a princess and maiden,
Maid whom Poseidon and Apollo sought to wed.
She was averse, stubbornly she refused
And touched the head of Zeus the father, who holds the shield,
That the lovely goddess might swear formal oaths,
Which in truth were fulfilled, she remained a virgin
All her days. So Zeus the father gave her glory
Instead of marriage. She has her place in the midst of the house
And has abundant sacrifices. In all the temples
Of all the gods she has her share of honour
And among all mortals she is mistress of the goddesses.
These three Aphrodite could never bend
Or ensnare their hearts. But the other gods
Or mortals could never escape Cypris.
Even the heart of Zeus, thrilled with thunder,
Was led astray by her, though he be the greatest
Of all the gods, the majestic king.
Aphrodite beguiled his wise heart whenever she willed
And united him with lovely mortal women,
Unbeknownst to Hera, his sister and wife,
Who yet is so great, the fairest goddess of heaven,
Whom cunning Cronus begat with mother Rhea,
But Zeus, whose wisdom is eternal, made the goddess
Hera to his chaste, caring wife.
HYMN II
HYMN III
HYMN IV
PART XII
HYMN TO APHRODITISSA
Aphroditissa is born
From the loving union
Of the thundering Father in heaven
With Mother Earth,
The divine Mother Dione.
God pours down his rain,
Dione is all conception!
O the genitals
Of the heavenly Father!
Around their immortal flesh
The white foam coiled!
From the foam the girl was born!
The girl was driven to Cythera
And then to the island of Cyprus in the sea,
There the glorious
Goddess stepped onto the beach,
The roses bloomed beneath her feet.
Gods and men baptised her
With the name of Aphroditissa!
O Aphroditissa of Paphos,
I saw at thy bay of delight
My beloved swimming in a blue wave.
Suddenly the flame of love seized my heart.
From the wet water-woman
I drew glowing coals to myself!
Your sandy beach gave her
A loving welcome.
We are bound by the same longing.
What I had asked from her on the land,
Goddess, you have granted me.
HYMN TO EROS
HYMN TO EUCHARIS
Born of an act
Of loveliest delight
Came the spotless maiden
With heavenly pure features
And was carried by the west wind
And the waves of delight surged!
PART XIII
INANNA:
DUMUZI:
I'll tell you everything, woman, I'll teach you everything,
I'll show you how men adore women.
My girlfriend has taken me to the open market,
To the cymbal we performed the dances,
She sang her song for me, I hear it with my ears,
It was such a sweet song, I lost track of time.
You know how to deceive the mother where she lives,
But we give our passion to the moon.
I'll loosen thy hair in this wide bed,
Fill thee with delight in this sweet place,
Ah, Sagadidda was, the maid in fairest adornment,
With thee on the path all the while.
INANNA:
NINGAL:
INANNA:
POET:
UTU:
INANNA:
UTU:
INANNA:
UTU:
INANNA:
UTU:
INANNA:
INANNA:
UTU:
INANNA:
UTU:
INANNA:
UTU:
INANNA:
DUMUZI:
INANNA:
DUMUZI:
POET:
DUMUZI:
NINGAL:
POET:
INANNA:
DUMUZI:
POET:
INANNA:
DUMUZI:
INANNA:
DUMUZI:
INANNA:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
NINSHUBUR:
POET:
INANNA:
DUMUZI:
INANNA:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
POET:
DUMUZI:
POET:
NINGAL:
DUMUZI:
POET:
DUMUZI:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
DUMUZI:
INANNA:
POET:
DUMUZI:
I've kidnapped you into love slavery!
I have prepared for thee the feast unforgotten,
You sit at my table, you will eat good food,
Though my mother did not eat at that table,
Nor my brother, that thou may'st know this,
Nor did my sister sit at that table
And eaten good food there at that table,
But thou shalt eat good food at this my table,
Here thou shalt eat white bread, here the broiled fish.
O my fair bride, my breath and my life,
At the loom thou wilt weave me the fairest garments.
And you will spin yarn and comb the fleece
And knead dough for me to sweet white bread.
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
INANNA:
POET:
PART XIV
CHAPTER I
The gestures are all the same, the loins come into play,
I'm not rude, I kiss her hands,
Kissing makes me good, I'm getting better now.
II
Death the lance brings into this hot confinement,
Close them both, the openings, my springtime,
I will beautifully adorn the small fine strands
Of the fair excellence adorned with gold.
III
IV
VI
VIII
IX
XI
XIII
This is the stable, the straw that stings. I saw the guests,
Great was the throng that came to thy feast,
And he that hath no baggage, shall not be well received.
XIV
XV
You nice one, get up now! You are so lazy! And ah,
The lark joyfully sings to the morning star full of grace,
And the nightingale sings her nuptial yes
And sitting on my rump, I sing the ballad.
XVI
XVIII
XIX
XX
XXI
XXII
XXIII
XXIV
XXV
XXVI
XXVII
XXVIII
XXIX
XXX
XXXI
XXXII
XXXIII
But when a priest with the Bible, with the black one,
Invites them into his house, touches their breasts nipples,
My fear is over and I have to laugh cynically!
XXXIV
XXXV
XXXVI
XXXVII
XXXVIII
XXXIX
XL
XLI
To whom he has brought the handkerchief, that he may thus recognise her,
She flies full of hope and dizziness in the moment
And yet is not in love, only out of pure boredom.
XLII
The desire for flames and for games and for the young,
Good is the barn and the mill and the glade.
Nature in freedom! She is imbued with love-lust!
She puts off the shudder and looks in his direction.
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The border is from the land that is far away in space and time,
What do time, space and distance give me?
The paper speaks, it laughs and sighs and cries,
A ghost in the mirror speaks, I think of her dance.
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Take this dialogue, which is soft, gentle and smooth,
Paper of first choice, the pages white as snow,
The first page is the beautiful title page,
Dolphins play around the anchor in the sea.
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In her boudoir, there hovers a red butterfly,
In her hamper, there lies the red silk.
The harmonium sounds, the song sounds to the psaltery,
There the monk turns the page, that he may feast on the book.
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THE VIRGIN
THE NYMPH
THE SISTER
THE NYMPHOMANIAC
FLOWERY LOVE
HOMECOMING
KNIDIA
THE LIAR
ANGER
THE TURTLEDOVES
THE WALK
TO THE BELOVED
THE BANE
The beloved:
The poet:
IN YOUR ARMS
MILK
CONFESSION
SHE IN MY DREAMS
CHAPTER III
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O fragrant walk,
O clear knight's armour,
It stops the wild hurricane
Of the legs hall with the gate.
What a rose is this,
That has two roots so strong
And has so few leaves only?
O rose of radiant brilliance!
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In naked forlornness
Her light brow greens me,
Bacchante she is wild and naked
And her flanks are intact
And full of great tendrils brown.
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Figure defies the weather storm,
Mad hair's long rope,
The walls gape before the wind,
The waves carry arms gently,
The foot scattered, the hand scattered,
Taking up the bruised breast,
Hair curled and exposed,
A seizure, elm-fire hot
Of love I laughed dead,
The short life's firebrand,
Where you laid me in the dust.
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PART XV
He scares me
And at the same time I am protected
He is my old flame
But I want him to be my new sweetheart
Waiting for what?
VENUS in Taurus
Good morning
The weeds convinced me
Not to move the black crossbow
Killer whales wanted to dance
But I stuffed them with threads
Knots of ebony and fishnets
So they hung over my body
In the night during my journey
Are they looking for me or
Are they looking for the red bead
At my centre
Good morning
When did it the sun go his way
Like around the hips of a sea nymph
Over miles and through all corners
Was that a dark night
O VENUS
Goddess
My daughter is growing up
To be sexually active and deadly beautiful
Beauty
Is not a synonym for
Sexy
VENUS is back
In the southern sky of dawn
Winking her shimmering arrows where
Knowing I was her pledge
Witness that this fawn trembled
Sigh sweat
Give me your tired hand
Squeeze it & heavy laden
The light holds us up
In his left hand
And it will be goddamn the strange man
The harvest moon induced madness
The revolutionary with a gas mask
Determined
To manifest the liberation front
Look at the sun with me
Fifty-one I'm done
Canvas demons
Lower the lights and arise
Like who will not kiss the sky
My lady my rendezvous
Big honeymoon
Now dance and drink
Giving each other blood
Doesn't it sound fun?
Isn't it sweet?
I am Homo Sapiens
I am your friend
Just a lazy comrade
I live in the street of misfortune
Undone
Prayer to VENUS
O Great Goddess
I
Your true worshipper
Crawl before your altar
To beseech Thee
Give this poor
Suffering soul
Even a moment's relief
From the humiliating weight
Of this great love
Its sweet agony
Of the paralysing despair
All merged into one great mass of feeling
O merciful Olympian
Great passionate goddess
Send help
To this lost and wandering worshipper
A glimmer of hope
To lift my soul
And keep the Furies at bay
In the same way
As you heard Pygmalion
And brought to life
His marvellous statue of Galatea
Answer my desperate plea
Goddess of beauty
I offer you my self
I will strive to restore
Your true worship
In this cursed world
That has forsaken the true gods
I will provide all you need
If only you give me your blessing
Do not disappoint the thirst of a dying man
Bring me up from Pluto's realm
And let me into the Elysian Fields
Great Goddess
Hear my plea
As successor to your descendant
Caesar
A successor in his lifetime
And a follower to this day
I always serve your good name
O Great Goddess
Hear my plea
Great and wonderful Goddess
VENUS
O Hypothetical Helen
Of Narcissus' treasure
For absorption in beauty
Had made him obsessed
Of her tender breasts
O VENUS Observa
Unhappy Greece
Enough of blood hath wetted thy rocks and dyed
Thy rivers deep enough thy chains to have borne
Shackle to thy flesh the sacrifice
Of thy pure virgins and thy innocent babes
And venerable priests have forsaken us all
Thy crimes of old in mingling lights
There is an omen of good days for thee
Thou shalt rise from the dust and sit
Among the nations again thy own arm
Shall not redeem thee in wars like thine
The world takes part be it a quarrel of kings
Despot with despot fighting for a throne
And Europe shall be stirred in their realms
The nations shall put on the girdle and fall
On each other and in all their borders
The lamentation of the childless shall not cease
Thine is a war for freedom and thou
Must do it on your own the old world
Looks coldly on the murderers of thy race
And leaves you to the fight and the new time
I fear you might tell a shameful tale
Of fraud and lust for gain your treasury
And Missolonghi has fallen but that is your wrong
Put new strength in your heart and hand
And God and thy good sword shall yet work
For thee a terrible deliverance
I do not remember
The first time I saw her
But her image has never left me
She is perfection itself
Botticelli's VENUS
Floats on the sea
Her hair flows around her
And her curves call to the beholder
Love me
Barbie and I respond
We do
We see you
And we want to be you
I look at Barbie
And I promise her
This one day
I will do you both justice
I will be Barbie
I will be VENUS
O VENUS in bloom
Frozen moments
Embrace
Visions of
Luminous clouds
Unpretentious
Pearls dancing
Lingering the embers of memory
Elegy of tears
This horizon itself
Lies deep in saturnine
Tranquillity
And peace
The fatherhood lost
Conception
Window in
Precedence
Surface azure
The holy
Inimitable gravity
The greatness
Mother dainty
You are
Living poetry
Seen and heard
Cosmic order
A mediating heuristic
To love is to look
In the sombre
Gift of distance
Child of delight
At least I do not hold you
Deep loneliness
Dissonances that
Dissolve
Perception
The tertiary refrain
Exquisite verses
And incomparable liquor
Sublime tips
Doors of surrender
Daughter
In adoration and wonder
I hold you tight
The head
Tilted sideways
She blushes
She is clay to the touch
Flesh in the mind
My fingers
Like passengers aboard the Santa Maria
Exploring a new world
Every inch
Every crevice
Every curve
Sensitive
Like a ribbon
Fluttering down
Pulled from her hair
The passion of the beloved
Colour her
Like the roses on my tongue
Tangled
They speak of youth
Naivety
Nervousness
Stepping back
And she blossoms to life
A monument lies before me
The mortal will
Reach immortality
Perfect
Is she
From the head
To the toes
O VENUS
He has many
Shall know him under twenty
His whole body is a fire
And his breath a flame
He's shot like lightning
Wounding the heart but not the skin
Wings he has
He will leap from lip to lip
Over liver kidneys and heart
But don't stay in any part
But if luck misses his arrow
He'll shoot with kisses
O VENUS
O VENUS
Here I am
At the San Antonio Museum of Art
And there she stands
VENUS
A Latin American artist
Has carved her in bronze
Five feet high
Without her head
And if she were made of flesh and bone
She would weigh at least 350 kilograms
I am captivated by the sight of her
My family calls for them to go away
That they are done with art now
I stay on the floor
Gasping for air
She looks like someone I know
My VENUS
O VENUS
Woman in violets
Let us consecrate to VENUS the planet of love
Plant a vineyard
Open a wine cask
Watch the axis of the universe
Under a purple sky in a bed
Drunk on purple violets drunk on purple wine
O VENUS
O VENUS
Hymn to VENUS
PART XVI
LETTERS
Venus is the apple. In paradise, Eve probably didn't pick an apple from the tree of knowledge.
Perhaps it was a quince. Apples did not grow in the Middle East at that time. But in Latin, apple is
called malum and evil is also called malum. Hence the talk of the apple. Adam got a piece of the
apple stuck in his throat, so because of original sin men have Adam's apple in their throats. But my
sex idol Eve lived half-naked in her apple orchard. At that time I saw her naked breasts through her
gown of breath. Then I read a verse by Sir Philip Sidney: The apples fall from the tree in homage to
your apple breasts! There is also a statue of the Madonna handing the apple of paradise to her sweet
boy. And with that, all guilt is made good. The Celts said the dead lived on in the apple orchard of
Avalon. The Teutons said Iduna, the goddess of eternal youth, had the apples of eternal youth. I
know Iduna from the ode by Klopstock: Iduna Henssler... That was a young girl who charmed the
old prophet. As a child, when I read books, I always ate the big sour apples from our garden with
them. When I was with the Catholic scouts or at school, I especially loved the Golden Delicious.
Scientists irradiated apple trees with radioactive rays, a gene mutation took place, and that's how the
Golden Delicous were born: perfectly round, uniformly shiny-green skin without spots, a juicy
white flesh, very fresh and pleasantly sweet. This is the modern Venus. Because Venus is still alive
today.
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Venus is the shell. I think I read that the Greek word for shell and for vulva is the same. The shell is
a symbol for the vulva. In German we also say Muschi for the lap. Venus emerged from the foam
and sailed to Cyprus on a shell. Botticelli wrote the sacred icon of Venus on the shell. Whoever
places this icon in his home, Venus is present in his home. When I lived with Anna, I had a small
room adjoined by a small chamber into which a bed just fitted. That was Anna's room. On the door
hung the icon of Venus on the shell, and behind the door lay my soft, warm wife, always willing to
lust! When Eve was my idol, my sexy witch, I brought her a shell necklace from Sankt Pauli at
Hamburg harbour. Once I bought her a shell bracelet in an Indian shop. Venus is still alive today, so
in a music video I saw a singer in a miniskirt, with feminine curves, big breasts and long blond hair,
lolling lasciviously inside a big shell floating on a nocturnal sea, lit only by the rays of a phallic
lighthouse, and singing a love song in an erotic voice. I also once gave Botticelli's painting of Venus
on the Shell to fourteen-year-old Eschata. She had long red curls, a white face, a red-painted mouth,
she wore a miniskirt with bare legs and boots on her feet. Once I met her at the entrance to the
house at midnight in a nightgown, in a short silky négligé, and her big breasts trembled towards me.
Outside from the street, a young suitor shouted loudly: Eschata, you horny cunt! She was my Lolita.
With Anna and Eve I was on the North Sea island Baltrum. There I read from the Prophet Hosea at
the altar, the altar was made of a shell. There is also an altar of Mary, because the Immaculate, the
Coredemptrix, is enthroned on a shell.
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Venus is the pearl. When a grain of sand enters the oyster shell and injures the inside of the shell,
the shell secretes a mucus which coats the pointed sharp grain of sand and thus reduces the pain,
and thus the pearl is formed. And so the saints and also the therapists say that our soul‘s wounds can
become mystical pearls. Jesus the philosopher told: A merchant was trading with pearls, once he
found a very special pearl, which was especially big, beautiful and precious, and he sold all his
possessions to buy this pearl. And that pearl is the kingdom of God. The Virgin Mary appears with a
string of pearls in her hands. This string of pearls symbolises the Gospel. The Muslims pray the
ninety-nine names of Allah on their string of pearls. The Buddhists meditate on the string of beads
their mantra: Om mani padme hum, the jewel is in the lotus flower, that is, God is in the soul like
the phallus in the vulva! Others meditate on the goddess Tara: Ave Tara, Amen. Or the short version
of the Hail Mary: Hail Mary Amen! Jakob Böhme heard the divine Virgin Sophia say to him, On
earth you are my fiancé, but in the rose garden of paradise in heaven I give you my pearl
completely. This pearl is the pearl of mystical union.
PART XVII
ODES TO VENUS
VENUS ANADYOMENE
VENUS PRIMITIVA
VENUS PANDEMOS
VENUS SOCIA
VENUS EXCELSIOR
VENUS CREATRIX
VENUS URANIA
VENUS RELIGIO
VENUS MAGDALENE
He rose as an anemone
In Adonis' garden, he was the gardener,
Venus Magdalene his rose garden,
The Mystic Rose.
VENUS MADONNA
VENUS ANIMALIS
Then the dove flies from the top of the oak tree
Into the crown of the beautiful chestnut tree,
Calls again to her husband's beckoning hirrings
To the mating,
VENUS ADULTERA
VENUS IMMACULATA
VENUS FRIGIDA
PART XVIII
HETAERAS
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The courtesan there, how beautifully she knows how to eat!
You don't see her eating the flesh as roughly as men,
She does not open her mouth to gulp down
What, the hunter, in the net for her table catches,
Not with her teeth does she wolfishly tear at the flesh,
Nay, she dines with moderation, like a pious chaste
Consecrated maiden of Miletus, so full of measure
The courtesan beautifully ate the roast duck.
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Cythere Paphia walked on the sea,
So as to reach the temple at Knidos,
And looked upon her effigy, the marble goddess beautiful,
And sighed softly then with loving moan,
Praxiteles, my friend, how am I to understand,
When did you see Paphia Kythere naked?
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In sacred Athens, the navel of the gods' wisdom,
A monument is to be seen, as also in daughter Babel,
Which Alexander's friend erected,
The most beautiful monument in the ancient world,
Where Pythionice was the example of love's lust,
A temple was erected for her by her friend,
Where Pythionice was besought by suitors,
As Pythionice, yes, as Venus in prayer!
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PART XIX
APHRODITE
CANTO I
But the tender maiden, who lives at home with her mother,
Is not yet instructed in the works of Aphrodite.
Had not Eros come into the room of the lovely girl,
With the melting heart of Eros' skilful mother,
Aphrodite wouldn‘t have showered the girl with loveliness!
Around the backs and pillows of the bed of the golden goddess
Aphrodite hovers a group of sweet erotes,
She commands the erotes to carry her torches,
She commands them which hearts to bewitch,
Where they shall exercise their terror, by sea and land,
To gainsay the gods, or to provoke Zeus to anger.
May the pure Artemis look upon all the holy maidens
With compassion and may marriage
Never be consummated by compulsion, which Cypris prevents.
No, in my friendly hymn in honour of the gods
There is no contempt of Aphrodite, marriage,
For she has power together with Hera, wife of the Most High,
And for the solemn rites of the sacred marriage
Is held in honour Aphrodite the goddess.
And in Aphrodite's retinue is Pothos, desire,
Peitho, persuasion, and Harmonia, daughter
Of the goddess of love, creates harmonious oneness,
And the Erotes give whispering tender touch.
Aphrodite alone is the goddess of holy matrimony.
And all night the man lay with the woman, the modest,
And enjoyed the gifts of the golden goddess.
Eros, you are the guardian of the keys of heaven and earth
And of the birds of the air and all the fish of the sea
And in all the fruitful realms of the beasts of the earth,
It is through Aphrodite, the all-embracing goddess,
Who sustains life or dims it, doomed to death,
To her obey the various realms of Mother Nature, which
She alone rules and influences all creation.
But the Scythians, who built the temple of the goddess Astarte
Aphrodite in Syria have blasphemously plundered
And the sons of the Scythians were punished by the goddess
With the female disease, with the loss of their manhood,
And so the Scythians say they are afflicted with the evil
Of the loss of manhood. He who comes to the Scythian realm,
He will see among the Scythians hermaphrodites.
CANTO II
Hera addresses Zeus, Father Zeus, say, are you not angry
At the god of war for his deeds of violence, Ares,
For having so many and good Greek warriors
Killed for good cause and reasons of order,
To grieve me? In the meantime Aphroditissa
And Apollo, the long-distance hitter with silver bow
Let go with ease the god in raving madness
And with joy, who knows no more of God's justice.