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  <subtitle>Let the Reader Beware</subtitle>
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    <title>The Church of God</title>
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    <author>
      <name>Chris</name>
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Thought about God, the Pope and<BR /> Things and felt quite impressed by<BR /> The glamorous robes and the Pieta<BR /> Christ in red velvet robes and a<BR /> funny hat -- St. Peter must have<BR /> been into haute couture.<BR /> Since when did Peter get all the glory?<BR /> Didn't he miss the point?<BR /> I like to picture Jesus as looking<BR /> a lot like Michelangelo.<BR /> Troubled by his sexuality and<BR /> always chipping away at angry<BR /> stone until the soft alabaster<BR /> of flesh and nose and eyes<BR /> became elaborate masturbatory<BR /> aids for the Church<BR /> Icons of religion like spiritual<BR /> pornography -- the curve of<BR /> Christ's hip perched uncomfortably<BR /> on the cross beams of wood that<BR /> held him a story closer to<BR /> Heaven.<BR /> Mary, clothed in heavy mourning<BR /> Robes makes men fantasize and wonder<BR /> who the father really was and<BR /> what sponginess lies under the <BR /> coarse fabric -- God as good<BR /> lover or Joseph as cuckold<BR /> a sucker for even believing such<BR /> a ridiculous tale.</p>
<p></p><P> Talking about Vatican II,<BR /> a friend told me to wear<BR /> Mary around my neck as<BR /> her roman nose<BR /> (why not Jewish?)<BR /> And sultry eyes are the eyes<BR /> of vision -- a passport to harps<BR /> and cherubim.<BR /> My professor in boy's school<BR /> (Catholic, no doubt)<BR /> said that there is a hierarchy<BR /> (pecking order)<BR /> to get to Heaven:<BR /> Get to know Mary -- she will<BR /> help you meet Jesus<BR /> Chris, Jesus -- Jesus, Chris<BR /> It's a pleasure -- I've heard a<BR /> lot about you<BR /> (Jesus will cordially pencil you in <BR /> for an appointment in the hereafter)<BR /> Behind every good man<BR /> there is a great woman.<BR /> The Goddess -- mother earth<BR /> The woman of ancient faiths --<BR /> Maybe it is only Her -- maybe she<BR /> writes under a nom de plume and<BR /> the Jesuits and Marianists know that<BR /> it's safer to do the 'ole George Elliot<BR /> Swithceroo<BR /> Illiteracy renders verse important<BR /> Words are never enough and the<BR /> Unfolding story lies dormant until<BR /> The code is crossed to render meaning</p>
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<address> &#169;1993 chris abraham </address>

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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Thought about God, the Pope and<BR /> Things and felt quite impressed by<BR /> The glamorous robes and the Pieta<BR /> Christ in red velvet robes and a<BR /> funny hat -- St. Peter must have<BR /> been into haute couture.<BR /> Since when did Peter get all the glory?<BR /> Didn't he miss the point?<BR /> I like to picture Jesus as looking<BR /> a lot like Michelangelo.<BR /> Troubled by his sexuality and<BR /> always chipping away at angry<BR /> stone until the soft alabaster<BR /> of flesh and nose and eyes<BR /> became elaborate masturbatory<BR /> aids for the Church<BR /> Icons of religion like spiritual<BR /> pornography -- the curve of<BR /> Christ's hip perched uncomfortably<BR /> on the cross beams of wood that<BR /> held him a story closer to<BR /> Heaven.<BR /> Mary, clothed in heavy mourning<BR /> Robes makes men fantasize and wonder<BR /> who the father really was and<BR /> what sponginess lies under the <BR /> coarse fabric -- God as good<BR /> lover or Joseph as cuckold<BR /> a sucker for even believing such<BR /> a ridiculous tale.</p><P> Talking about Vatican II,<BR /> a friend told me to wear<BR /> Mary around my neck as<BR /> her roman nose<BR /> (why not Jewish?)<BR /> And sultry eyes are the eyes<BR /> of vision -- a passport to harps<BR /> and cherubim.<BR /> My professor in boy's school<BR /> (Catholic, no doubt)<BR /> said that there is a hierarchy<BR /> (pecking order)<BR /> to get to Heaven:<BR /> Get to know Mary -- she will<BR /> help you meet Jesus<BR /> Chris, Jesus -- Jesus, Chris<BR /> It's a pleasure -- I've heard a<BR /> lot about you<BR /> (Jesus will cordially pencil you in <BR /> for an appointment in the hereafter)<BR /> Behind every good man<BR /> there is a great woman.<BR /> The Goddess -- mother earth<BR /> The woman of ancient faiths --<BR /> Maybe it is only Her -- maybe she<BR /> writes under a nom de plume and<BR /> the Jesuits and Marianists know that<BR /> it's safer to do the 'ole George Elliot<BR /> Swithceroo<BR /> Illiteracy renders verse important<BR /> Words are never enough and the<BR /> Unfolding story lies dormant until<BR /> The code is crossed to render meaning</p><P><br />
<address> &#169;1993 chris abraham </address>
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