Compliments of Journey Around My Skull
The Apocalypse is a Woman. This picture equated to an apocalypse -- complete with breasts, legs, fallopian tubes and cunt -- is a reminder that our beginning is also our end.
Ends and beginnings were a big thing for T.S. Eliot. "To come to the beginning and know the place for the first time." or "This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, Not with a bang, but a whimper." Funny how some lines of poetry just stick with you. The beginning for all humans is between the legs of a woman. Men come back to that place as adults and know it again for the first time and what a wondrous revelation the cunt is. Women come back to the beginning and discover the Russian doll make-up of the matriarchy. Together they come back to the place of beginning and dissolve in orgasmic bangs that lead to whimpers. The orgasmic whimper of life squirting out into the universe is full circle, the end that leads to the beginning, as we shrivel and wrinkle to the cunt grave of Mother Earth.
So it is no surprise that the Apocalypse is a Woman. A woman is where we begin and a woman is where we begin to end. Birth and death. Death inseminated and conceived at the moment of birth. Your mother gave you life and gave you your very own apocalypse, you will die.
There is comfort in gigantic visions of civilizations, buildings and disasters crumbling our world. Why? Because then we aren't alone. Death sucks, but it sucks more if you are alone when it happens. What better way to collectively share our feelings of death than to imagine us all going out together collectively. Disaster movies, religion, Nostradamus, the Mayans, Cormac McCarthy and all of the art and ink spent on destruction have this basic human desire to thank. Don't get so down on the fundamentalists in the Orgy that are imaging the Four Horseman and the Rapture -- they are just more scared of the end than the rest of us.
The Apocalypse's black cunt of death awaits us all.
I've always viewed the Universe as being of a dual nature: a Yin to the Yang, a Yoni to the Lingum, light to the dark, a tit for the....tat.
ReplyDeletePoint is, I think if we're going to assign beginnings and endings, we ought to give the duality of the Universe it's proper due. If we are born from the cunt, being woman, I think we ought to get the shaft when we die.
We can get it orally, anally or vaginally (if we're of that persuasion.)
Frankly, the Apocalypse seems to refer to the destruction of the human race, not personal death. If that's the case, perhaps we ought to forget duality and look at which sex causes the most war, perpetrates the most violence and has his hand on that pretty red button.
Just a thought.
Women are all about cycles -- birth and death, fertility and non-fertility and for Mother Earth, from dust to dust.
ReplyDeleteMale energy is an attempt to break the feminine cycle, but ultimately it succumbs, gets sucked in and disappears.
I'm following TS Eliot in the ending being a whimper -- I come in the cunt and slide out limp, dead and whimpering.
Male power succumbing to the female cunt. This is all those fierce women gods of mythology.