[extropy-chat] Atheist Hymn Book

Emlyn emlynoregan at gmail.com
Wed Nov 22 04:15:52 UTC 2006


`Bugger, bugger, bugger. Bugger, bugger! *Bugger.* SHIT!'

ah by dog I cannot stop laughing at this.

(loved the little poem too, lol)

Emlyn

On 22/11/06, Damien Broderick <thespike at satx.rr.com> wrote:
> At 01:15 PM 11/22/2006 +1030, Emlyn wrote:
>
> >btw Damien, this is a reason that you should try your hand at it ;-)
>
> Well, in THE WHITE ABACUS, my gormless gayboy character Doony has a
> musical adventure:
>
> =======
>
> Doony is dragged away on a whirlwind tour of the updeep, flailing in
> the air like a fish with legs.
>
>           `The runs,' cries one bravo. Shouts of approval.
>
>           Grinning, understanding nothing, Doony nods as well. A
> strong hand tightens on his shoulder, and a mouth bites his. He is delirious.
>
>           `The runs!' he yells.
>
>           They come upon a series of tunnels meshed with
> grille-work. High above them fly angels. Doony stares, heart stopping
> with a jolt, starting with another. The angels are glorious, wings
> two meters long from each vastly muscled shoulder, faces ruined and
> beautiful. All the angels are male, provocatively so. All the angels
> are singing.
>
>           Doony watches them, listens, shaking his head.
>
>           A score, two score of angels gather to perch in a massed
> choir. Music swells, and their voices are deeply resonant. They sing
> the famous blasphemous oratorio, `Seven Last Words From the Cross',
> and everyone stands pent and voiceless as their melody lifts through the run.
>
>           `Bugger, bugger, bugger. Bugger, bugger! *Bugger.* SHIT!'
>
>           The final soprano lingers like a palace of glass breaking,
> and when his voice has died away the run bursts into applause and
> hilarious jeering. The angels rise, driven upward upon their mighty
> wings, soar into the glimmering darkness, are gone.
>
> =================
>
> And there's always the tender and sensitive lyric I wrote when I was
> first studying English poesy (as one does, or did):
>
> I know that Yeats
> and all his mates
> Have seen
> what madmen mean,
> When they cry out:
> "Oy! Up yer spout!
> "The world is God's Latrine!"
>
> Damien
>
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