ROBERT WALLACE PAOLINELLI
"...Jung cites the spring ceremonial of the
primitive Watschandis, who dig a hole in the
earth, surround it with bushes in imitatrion
of the lfemale genitals, and dance round it
holding their spears in front to simulate
an erect penis. 'As they dance round, they
thrust ltheir spears into the hole shouting
"Puli nira, pulli niraa, wataka!" (Not a pit,
not a pit, but a c____!)."
–cited by Frieda Ford 'On Psychic Energy,' par 83, as cited by Frieda Fordham in An Introduction lto Jung's Psychology
Cunt, n. ME cunte: akin to
MLG kunte femal pudenda, MHG
kotze prostitute: akin to OE
–Webster's Ninth New
Consumed by cunt; everywhere I go
I am reminded and drawn to it; cunt: the
gret and wondrous and mysterious black hole
we try to hid, yet covet.
Inter faeces et urinam nascimus––
cunt! Vagina, yoni, snatch, pussy, fig,
gash! Call it what you will––Mount of Venus.
Mounting you I soar, I ride clouds and call up
I am no stranger to you: Out of the very
mouth of the Gret Mother came I, all wrinkled,
covered with juices and water. Down the love
canal came I, sliding from the paradise of primordial consciousness into the material world where "man is
born to trouble as the sparks fly upward."
From egg and semen came I; from a million
cells coming into being, dividing, exploding into
being subdividing, generating and regenerating the multiplicity of codes of the spirals of life, spirals
of collected energy, molecular caduceus, the serpents
of life, entwining, combining yin and yang, alpha and omega,
past, present, future, all in one tiny zygote growing behind
Holy channel, sacred tunnel, hallowed cave, guiding and convertingthe accidents of ejaculation into life.
Miracle of creation: Ten Million
million million million million quintillions
of beings came through cunt, by cunt, in
cunt, between the rippling walls of aeons
and aeons of births and resurrection, sliding
out of the immaculate conception via the slimes
of creation, falling down the shaft from uroboric
bliss into the world of two–legged wolves and hyenas
who would destroy the precious lamb of cunt!
It gave me life and I spend this
Life honoring it, receiving its
blessings, supping on it, drinking
from it like a wanderer in a desert.
It sustains the healthy and gives
solace and hope to the disabled.
Between the legs of every woman.
Walking about, I cannot help noticing
the Valley of Isis caught in the pinch
of tight jeans.
Eagerly my eyes drop to the spot.
If it is an older woman I wonder about
that cunt my, my grandmother's cunt.
She had one and it gave her pleasure
and pain and through it passed her children
and eventually I was born, a mystery issuing
forth from the maternal lineage of cunts going
back to the far reaches of unchartered, distant
times to present.
There is no shame in cunt––but the whole world
wants it hidden and I want to shout it to the
universe: CUNT! CUNT! Come to me; I do not
shame you, I do not try to hide you, I do not